I love sometimes when I find a fierce, fiery Rumi poem amidst the warm ocean of his poetry.
Hearty, fiery exhortation is sometimes the kick in the pants I need. This one is, for me, a good post on the wall.
It is not your true work which
burns up the day and the night together
that steals your life from you.
It is the wanting, the secret wanting
of all the things you are in the habit of stealing from life.
These things tie you down
in the long hours and take from you
the strength and holiness of the embers
of fire of your secret work.