Below the ice, there is flow underneath

Below the ice, there is flow underneath.  Could that not be the metaphor for your lives?  The tiredness, the appearance of approaching illness, the aches and pains, the imperfections: the ice of your life.  Yet beneath it flows your dreams and desires, emanates the warmth of God.  Ice occurs when change befalls a life, and ice is not forever.  Eventually it warms and flows to nourish the new growth of spring.    

You might ask, oh Rumi, but could we not all do without so much ice?  You would grow bored and complain of the constant heat and warmth supposed perfection provides.  If you seek such perfection you’d best move on to someplace else to find it because it is not here.  What is here is the joy of the quest for such a thing.  It is all in the trying and wanting to. 
Rumi