Rumi - Kissing the unreal

           It’s rigged — everything, in your favor.
           So there is nothing to worry about.

           Is there some position you want,
           some office, some acclaim, some
           award, some con, some lover,
           maybe two, maybe three, maybe four
          — all at once,

          maybe a relationship
       with God?

          I know there is a gold mine in you, and when you find it
          the wonderment of the earth’s gifts
          you will lay aside
          as naturally as does
          a child with a
          doll.

          But, dear, how sweet you look to me kissing the unreal:
          comfort, fulfill yourself,
          in any way possible — do that until
          you ache, until you ache,

          then come to me
          again.

via Love Is A Place