| In my hallucination I saw my beloved's flower garden
 In my vertigo, in my dizziness
 In my drunken haze
 Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
 
 I saw myself as the source of existence
 I was there in the beginning
 And I was the spirit of love
 Now I am sober
 There is only the hangover
 And the memory of love
 And only the sorrow
 
 I yearn for happiness
 I ask for help
 I want mercy
 And my love says:
 
 Look at me and hear me
 Because I am here
 Just for that
 
 I am your moon and your moonlight too
 I am your flower garden and your water too
 I have come all this way, eager for you
 Without shoes or shawl
 
 I want you to laugh
 To kill all your worries
 To love you
 To nourish you
 
 Oh sweet bitterness
 I will soothe you and heal you
 I will bring you roses
 I, too, have been covered with thorns
 
 ~ Rumi
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