Didn’t I tell you—
do not go there?

For I am your friend
in this mirage of fading shadows.
I am life without end.

Even if you run in anger
for a hundred thousand years,
you will return to Me at last—
I am where the path clears.

Didn’t I tell you?

I am the Ocean,
and you are the fish.
Do not go to the dry land—
I am the only water you could wish.

Didn’t I tell you?

Do not be fooled
by the world’s design.
I am the Painter of your joy,
the Artist of the divine.

Didn’t I tell you?

Do not fly like a bird
into the snare.
Come back to Me—
I am your wings,
I am the power of the air.

Didn’t I tell you?

They will rob you
and leave you cold—
but I am the Fire,
the warmth of your soul,
as I foretold.

If you are the lamp of the heart,
you know where to roam.
And if you seek the Divine,
know that I am your Home.

Rumi

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