The poem by Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi is beautiful, as always.
He has spoken only beautiful words.
He is one of the most significant poets who are also mystics.
That is a rare combination;
there are millions of poets in the world and there are a few mystics in the world,
but a man who is both is very rare to find.
Rumi is a very rare flower.
He is as great a poet as he is a mystic.
Hence, his poetry is not just poetry, not just a beautiful arrangement of words.
It contains immense meaning and points towards the ultimate truth.
It is not entertainment, it is enlightenment.
He is saying,
OUTSIDE, THE FREEZING DESERT NIGHT.
THIS OTHER NIGHT INSIDE GROWS WARM, KINDLING.
The outside is not the real space for you to be.
Outside, you are a foreigner:
inside, you are at home.
Outside, it is a freezing desert night.
Inside, it is warm, kindling, cozy.
But very few are fortunate enough to move from the outside to the inside.
They have completely forgotten that they have a home within themselves;
they are searching for it but they are searching in the wrong place.
They search for their whole lives but always outside;
they never stop for a moment and look inwards.
OSHO