I was reading some of Rumi’s (Molana Jalaleddin Mohammad Balkhi) poems, when I came across a love poem called “Love is Reckless.”:

Love is reckless; not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong,

consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again.

I’m completely speechless.