I am a sculptor, a molder of form. <br />In every moment I shape an idol. <br />But then, in front of you, I melt them down <br />I can rouse a hundred forms <br />and fill them with spirit, <br />but when I look into your face, <br />I want to throw them in the fire. <br />My souls spills into yours and is blended. <br />Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance, <br />I cherish it. <br />Every drop of blood I spill <br />informs the earth, <br />I merge with my Beloved <br />when I participate in love. <br />In this house of mud and water, <br />my heart has fallen to ruins. <br />Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-a-sculptor-a-molder-of-form/
