Burning, Burning, Burning

I've been in the poetry mood lately, so here's some more. I posted a Rumi poem a month or so ago but I think it was incomplete and incorrect considering another version of the poem I recently found. So here is that poem. Spring Giddiness Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep. I would love to kiss you. The price of kissing is your life. Now my loving is running toward my life shouting, What a bargain, let's buy it. Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
Love is the Master Love is the One who masters all things; I am mastered totally by Love. By my passion of love for Love I have ground sweet as sugar. O furious Wind, I am only a straw before you; How could I know where I will be blown next? Whoever claims to have made a pact with Destiny Reveals himself a liar and a fool; What is any of us but a straw in a storm? How could anyone make a pact with a hurricane? God is working everywhere his massive Resurrection; How can we pretend to act on our own? In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a sack; Sometimes Love hoists me into the air, Sometimes Love flings me into the air, Love swings me round and round His head; I have no peace, in this world or any other. The lovers of God have fallen in a furious river; They have surrendered themselves to Love's commands. Like mill wheels they turn, day and night, day and night, Constantly turning and turning, and crying out.
Here are some interesting quotations. "From the moment you entered this world of existence, A ladder was put in front of you so you could escape." "He has afflicted you from every direction in order to pull you back to the Directionless." "Your intelligence is split into a hundred busy tasks, in thousands of desires, in large and small things. You must unite these scattered parts with love and become as sweet as Samarkand and Damascus. Once you are unified, grain by grain, then you can be stamped with the royal seal." And now the best for last. In only three lines, Rumi sums up the spiritual quest most eloquently and powerfully. "Enough of these phrases, Conceit and metaphors, I want burning, burning, burning." That will do. Enjoy. Much love and peace to all.