It's been a long time since I ready any poetry. To long. I just found this. Rumi never fails.
The Road Home
An ant hurries along a threshing floor with its wheat grain,
moving between huge stacks
of wheat, not knowing the abundance all around. It thinks its
one grain is all there is to
love. So we choose a tiny seed to be devoted to. This body,
one path or one teacher. Look
wider and farther. The essence of every human being can see,
and what that essence-eye takes
in, the being becomes. Saturn. Solomon! The ocean pours
through a jar, and you might say it
swims inside the fish! This mystery gives peace to your
longing and makes the road home home.