Was going through old (November 2003) files on my blog and finally found, after much searching, this poem, transcribed from Rumi Wisdom:
There is a river of fresh water
And a world-consuming fire.
Few desire fire. Most want water.
But some sort of topsy-turvy game is being played,
Because those who immolate themselves in the flames
Find themselves floating in cool water,
While those who bathe themselves in the water
Re-emerge in the scorching flames.
Very few understand this Mystery,
So very few voluntarily choose fire.