Is it any wonder that the spirit doesn't remember its own home, in which it lived and emerged from so long before? This sleep inducing world is wrapped around (the spirit) just as the clouds blot out the stars. (The soul) has travelled through so many cities, and the dust still hasn't been cleared from its senses. Likewise, it hasn't made any serious effort to purify itself and take a good look at the past, so that its heart can cast a glance through the opening of mystery, allowing it to see the beginning and the end with an open eye.


- Jalaluddin Rumi