“The way the soul is with the senses and the intellect is
like a creek. When desire weeds

Grow thick, intelligence cant flow, and soul creatures
stay hidden. But sometimes

the reasonable clarity runs so strong it sweeps the clogged
stream open. No longer weeping

and frustrated, your being grows as powerful as your wantings
were before, more so. Laughing

and satisfied, the masterful flow lets creations of
the soul appear. You look

down, and its lucid dreaming. The gates made of light
swing open. You see in.”

—Rumi (12071273), Looking into the Creek, translated by Coleman Barks. From The Soul of Rumi, 2001.