After Rumi and Humanity's Desires

I too, the same as everyone (or, is it anyone?) wether Persian poet, Sufi mystic- and all those existentialist seekers I too, have had my longings -some oh, so primal while others uniquely my own... and as philosophers have lauded the sublime - such lofty goals as a union with God, bliss and englightenment I have learned the simplicity of Maslow's hierarchy of needs these basics of- safety, a sense of belonging... Though yes, when young I had hitched my hopes on the Beloved - someone to flesh out my wants and needs to quench that thirst yet today, but a pang remains- bittersweet memories and for many the Beloved is but a misty ideal - the stuff of poetry, ancient musings, desire's disappointments. And I, disillusioned yet not quite bowed- I've found my contentment in a semblance of quiet, the warmth of a pet, -a corner to write - the comfort of just a little understanding...