To My Beloved I said <br />‘When I am away from you, O Beloved, <br />out in the market place of this world, <br />I remember that I have forgotten <br />one thing – but cannot remember <br />what it can be…’ <br /> <br />My Beloved said <br />Is it yourself? <br />‘It is of myself, yet <br />it is not myself..’ <br />‘Is it Myself? ’ <br />‘It is of Yourself, yet <br />it is not Yourself..’ <br /> <br />‘Then it must be that one thing <br />which is most precious to you: <br />that for which your life was bought in the market place <br />at the price of a great jewel, <br />which is your paradise; <br />that which you love beyond all else, <br />but have not yet found; <br />that for which your whole life <br />should be exchanged; <br />find that one thing without delay, <br />and you will have no more questions, <br />only the joy of working at the work <br />for which you were born..’<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-spirit-of-rumi-26/
