Break from your deceit into a spiral of abandon
And enter the fire like a butterfly
Shred the tether of the self and smash your shell
Come share the same home with all lovers
Cleanse your soul till purified of all envy
Then be a cup, to hold the wine of love
To be worthy of the Beloved
You must be soul and then nothing
If you seek the enchanted
You must live a life of bliss
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Before your bliss, my wit is nothing but a tale
O strumming gypsy, who's more drunk between us!
I left my home, a drunken man came my way
Teetering like a ship without an anchor
A hundred blooming fields captured in his eyes
A hundred learned men crazed with his envy
Where are you from, I asked and he smirked:
Half from east and half from west
Half from dust and half from soul
Half from shell and half from pearl
Be my companion I pleaded, for we are kin
I see no line between me and another, he answered
Mowlana Jalal Al-Din Balkhi Rumi