"Some torches,
even when they burn with spirit,
give off more smoke than light.
give off more smoke than light.
A wind from the North arrives
that burnishes grief and opens up the sky.
The soul wants to walk out
The soul wants to walk out
into that cleansing air
never to come back again.
The soul is a stranger here
trying to find its home
in that somewhere that is not a where.
So why keep grazing here on whys?
O good falcon-soul,
you have flown low
foraging around long enough.
foraging around long enough.
Swing back now toward the voice of your King, and remember,
the entrance to the Kingdom is inside of you."
—Rumi (Translation by Lynn Bauman)
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