I mention in my sidebar that Rumi is my favorite poet. I wrote a number of poems in tribute to his longing for the Beloved.
“Stillness is not natural”
eye cushion, tassels call out for comfort
mind clear, tap on knee
mind clear, an itch, on the thigh, fingers flex
eyes open, look down, again
mind not clear
must have been the spiced lentils
or maybe the lamb
there is not a djinn, squatting on my person
I do not see you
I do not hear you
I do not want you here disturbing my meditation
mind clear, a slap on the cheek, hand whisks frantically
laughter, mocking laughter
tension, boiling pressure, ragged and harsh breathing
stillness is not natural
Leaving so soon?
Master. I cannot do this, I have not the patience, not the understanding needed to go within
Perhaps then, instead, you could simply ask your little guide, he knows what to do.