This one on p. 39 seems to really hit home:
Here is my dilemma.I'm feeling rather intimate with this poem right now. How is it that a Goddess that loves me this much would cause me such pain? A Rumi scholar would tell me that this is growth but growth into what? I don't want to grow into flense boy.
Please help me understand.
Your love is a healer,
your Love is a wise master,
your Love is radiant,
your Love is delicate and
is soft in its essence.
I would gladly endure all this fire,
all this yearning,
all this burning,
for your Love.
But if your Love is so pleasant,
why does it hurt so much?
Note that the question is rhetorical and no, I'm not ready to talk about it yet.