Another poem

I swear my dear son,
no one in the entire world
is as precious as you are.

Look at that mirror
Take a good look at yourself
Who else is there above and beyond you?

Now give yourself a kiss
and with sweet whispers
fill your ears to the brim.

Watch for all that beauty,
reflecting from you
and sing a love song to your existence.

You can never overdo
praising your own soul
You can never over-pamper your heart.

You are both
the father and the son,
the sugar and the sugar cane.

Who else but you,
please tell me who else
can ever take your place?

Now give yourself a smile;
What is the worth of a diamond
if it doesn't shine?

How can I ever put a price
on the diamond that you are?
You are the entire treasure of the house.

You and your shadow
are forever present in this world;
You are that glorious bird of paradise.

Rumi,

Rumi's Poem

I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Parsee, nor Moslem.
I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;
I am not of the spheres, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.
I am not of India, nor of China, nor of Bulgaria, nor of Arabia
I am not of the this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell
I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden and Gardens;
My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;
'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.