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Didn't I tell you, don't go there, for the one who knows you is I - In this mirage of annihilation, the fountain of life is I? And if in anger you should stray a hundred thousand years from me, In the end you will return to me, because your end is I? Didn't I tell you, don't be content with the forms of the world, For the Painter of the Curtain of your contentment is I? Didn't I tell you that I am the sea and you are a fish, Don't go to dry land, for your sea of purity is I? Didn't I tell you, don't go like birds towards the snare, Come, for the power of flight of your feathers and feet is I? Didn't I tell you that they would beset you on the road and chill you, Come, for the fire and its heat and the warmth of your air is I? Didn't I tell you that they would fill you with vile qualities, That you forget that the source of your purity is I? Didn't I tell you, Don't say by what design the servant's work will be ordered; the Creator without designs is I? If you are the lamp of the heart, know the road to your home, And if you are of God's nature, know that your master is I! ----Jalaluddin Rumi---- Note: This poem is by the famous Sufi poet Rumi. You can find this poem in many of Rumi's translated works. - www.zensufi.com -  © zensufi