Rumi Poem: Consider What Choices

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Oct 21 in A Year with Rumi

You wreck my shop and my house
and now my heart, but how can I turn
from what gives me life?

I am weary of personal worrying,
in love with the art of madness.

Tear open my shame and show the mystery
How much longer do I have to fret
with self-restraint and fear?

Friend, this is how it is.
We are fringe sewn inside
the lining of a robe.

Soon we will be loosened
the binding threads torn out.

The beloved is a lion.
We are the lame deer in his paws.
Consider what choices we have.