In the poetry of Rumi there is the story of a love who after much pain in search of his lover finds her at last. When she is found he is overjoyed but she is looking for ring in the sand.
How much can we love others and not find that love in return. Maybe we love because we wish to and not because it was forged together.
he loved her
and in the end he found her
while she sought trinkets in the sand
waisted away
lost
tortured
chased
only to find her
in a garden
looking for a ring
who’s ring I wonder
he finally found her
he finally found a hope
but not love
not a mate
not a friend
just a vain imagining
a vapour
which hope blinding projected
but not what he sought
