“
I have given each being a separate and unique way
of seeing and knowing and saying that knowledge
What seems wrong to you is right for him
What is poison to one is honey to someone else. […]
It’s not me that’s glorified in acts of worship.
It’s the worshippers! I don’t hear the words
they say. I look inside at the humility.
That broken-open loneliness is the reality,
not the language! Forget phraseology,
I want burning, burning.
Be friends
with your burning. Burn up your thinking
and your forms of expression.
Moses,
those who pay attention to ways of behaving
and speaking are one sort.
Lovers who burn
are another.
— The Essential Rumi 2 years ago
