Cat in the Bag (Part 1)

O fierce Wind, before You I am but a straw: how can I know where I shall fall?
Any one who offers to make a settlement with the Divine destiny is mocking at his own mustache.
A straw in the face of the wind, and then the idea of a settlement!? A Resurrection is on, and then the resolve to act independently!?
In the hand of Love I am like a cat in a bag, now lifted high, and now flung low by Love.
God is whirling me around His head: I have no rest either below or aloft.
The lovers of God have fallen into a fierce torrent: they have set their hearts on the ordinance of Love.
They are like the millstone turning day and night, in continual revolution and moaning incessantly.
The turning is evidence for those who seek the River, lest anyone should say that the River is motionless.
If you do not see the hidden River, see the perpetual turning of the celestial water wheel.
Since the heavens have no rest from being turned by Love, be thou, O heart, like a star, and seek no rest."

Rumi (Vol.6, 903-914)

Commentary: Only Rumi; he tells us that our restlessness, confusion, and bewilderment, and even our moaning, is all a gift, and a sign of God's presence. Nice to know...