a lover

"The Interest without the Capital
The lover's food is the love of the bread;
no bread need be at hand:
no one who is sincere in his love is a slave
to existence.
Lovers have nothing to do with existence;
lovers have the interest without the capital.
Without wings they fly around the world;
without hands they carry the polo ball
off the field.
That dervish who caught the scent of Reality
used to weave baskets even though his hand
had been cut off.
Lovers have pitched their tents in nonexistence;
they are of one quality and one essence, as
nonexistence is."
--MATHANAWI III, 3020-24