I Through it all away by Rumi

You play with the great globe of union, you that see everyone so clearly and cannot be seen. Even universal
intelligence gets blurry when it thinks you may leave. You came here alone, but you create hundreds of new worlds.
Spring is a peacock flirting with revelation. The rose gardens flame. Ocean enters the boat. I throw it all away, except this love for Shams.

by Rumi