From 'molana Rumi'

The Self We Share Thirst is angry with water. Hunger
bitter
with bread.The cave wants nothing to
do with the sun. This is dumb, the self-
defeating way we've been. A gold
mine is calling us into its temple. Instead, we
bend and keep picking up rocks from
the ground. Every thing has a shine like
gold,
but we should turn to the source! The origin is what we truly are. I add a little
vinegar to the honey I give. The bite of scolding makes ecstasy more familiar.
But
look, fish, you're already in the ocean: just swimming there makes you
friends with
glory. What are these grudges about?
You are Benjamin. Joseph has put a gold
cup
in your grain sack and accused you of
being a thief. Now he draws you aside and
says,
"You are my brother. I am a prayer.
You're the amen." We move in eternal
regions, yet
worry about property here. This is the prayer of each: You are the source of
my
life. You separate essence from mud.
You honor my soul. You bring rivers from
the
mountain springs. You brighten my
eyes. The wine you offer takes me out of myself
into
the self we share. Doing that is
religion.