Poem by Jalal Udin Rumi

Donít look at your form, however ugly or beautiful.
Look at love and at the aim of your quest.

. . .O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water.
Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source.

--Mathnawvi, III: 1438/1440

a voice out of this world calls on our souls not to wait any more

get ready to move to the original home your real home

your real birth place is up here with the heavens

let your soul take a flight like a happy phoenix

you've been tied up your feet in the mud your body roped to a log

break loose your ties get ready for the final flight

make your last journey from this strange world

soar for the heights where there is no more separation of you and your home

God has created your wings not to be dormant

as long as you are alive you must try more and more to use your wings

to show you're alive

these wings of yours are filled with quests and hopes

if they are not used they will wither away

they will soon decay

you may not like what i'm going to tell you

you are stuck now

you must seek nothing but the source

----RUMI ghazal number 945, translated May 18, 1992