Does the picture quarrel with the painter?

Been thinking about this a lot.

How this crazy, at times wonderful, at other times painful illusion of existence and non-existence makes it possible paint, to love and be in love with God and in the end be taken by God and yet be of God.

Rumi says it so well…

We and our existences are non-existent:
Thou art the absolute appearing in the guise of morality

That which moves us is thy gift:
our whole being is of thy creation

Thou didst show the beauty of Being unto not-being,
after Thou hadst caused not-being to fall in love with Thee.

Take not away the delight of Thy Bounty:
take not away Thy dessert and wine and wine-cup!

But if Thou takest it away, who will question Thee?
Does the picture quarrel with the painter?

Look not on us, look on Thine own
Loving-kindness and Generosity!

We were not: there was no demand on our part; yet
Thy Grace heard our silent prayer and called us into existence.

Rumi (translated by Seyyed Hossein Nasr)

And almost the same said in other words by Utpaladeva (ca. AD 900–950),
(chanted by devotees of Swami Lakshmanjoo from Kashmir, India)

dāsadhāmni viniyojito ‘pyahaṁ
svecchayaiva parameśvara tvayā  /
darśanena na kimasmi pātritaḥ
pādasaṁvahanakarmaṇāpi vā  //

O supreme Lord, although it is by your will that I have been placed in the position of being your slave, why, even then, have I not been qualified to have your audience, your gaze or even the act of touching your feet.

śaktipātasameye vicāraṇaṁ
prāptamīśa na karoṣi karhicit  /
adya māṁ prati kimāgataṁ yataḥ
svaprakāśanavidhau vilambase     //

O independent Lord, at the time of showering your grace on me, you should have considered whether I was qualified for this grace. But, you never think in this way. Having received this grace look at my plight now that you delay in revealing your nature.