You're right again! It IS time for another Rumi poem. Go out there today and give someone your very best love. Without cause.
Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.
Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.
Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.
Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.
`Mathnawi VI, 1967-1974
The 'Kan EWA