I was dead, then alive. <br />Weeping, then laughing. <br /> <br />The power of love came into me, <br />and I became fierce like a lion, <br />then tender like the evening star. <br /> <br />He said, ‘You’re not mad enough. <br />You don’t belong in this house.’ <br /> <br />I went wild and had to be tied up. <br />He said, ‘Still not wild enough <br />to stay with us!’ <br /> <br />I broke through another layer <br />into joyfulness. <br /> <br />He said, ‘Its not enough.’ <br />I died.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghazal-of-rumi/
