Never does a lover seek union unless his beloved is seeking him. When love for the Real has grown up in your heart, without doubt the Real has love for you. You will never hear the sound of one hand clapping without the other. The thirsty man laments, ‘O sweet water!’ The water laments, ‘Where is the drinker?’ Our souls’ thirst is the attraction of the Water - we belong to It and It belongs to us/ Rumi