My body pulled my soul from the higher planes 
and I lost the company of saints and prophets. 
 
Now wrapped in in my prison I've met a Moon 
that fills my heart with dreams and visions. 
Most people want to escape from prison 
but why should I run away when my love is inside, 
where else could I be alone with this love? 
 
I look at myself and see such painful longing 
I look at love and see how pleased she is watching me. 
Once you are in that house of Beauty 
abundant grace awaits you. 
 
I overheard the stars whispering 
that if ever one of them 
caught a glimpse of that Beauty, 
to tell the others at once. 
 
But the lovers guard their secrets jealosly 
for they know that when that Moon rises 
everything will set. 
 
~ Rumi | 
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