Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that
is a ring on the door.
Rumi

THE QUINTESSENCE OF LONELINESS
I am like a heroin addict
In my longing for the sublime state.

For that ground of Conscious Nothing
Where the Rose ever Blooms.

O, the Friend
has done me a great favor
And has so thoroughly ruined my life,

What else would you expect
Seeing God would do!

Out of the ashes of this broken frame
There is a noble rising son pining for death,
Because,

Since we first met, Beloved,
I have become a foreigner
To every world
Except that one
In which there is only You
Or - Me.

Now that the heart has held
That which can never be touched
My subsistence is a blessed
Desolation

And from that I cry for more loneliness.

I am lonely.
I am so lonely, dear Beloved,
For the quintessence of
Loneliness,

For what is more alone than God?

Hafiz,
What is more pure and alone,

Magnificently Sovereign,
Than God.

Hafiz