O God, you are the most beautiful.
You are the highest good.
You are the source of love.
You are the give of life.
What misery and hardship comes to us when we turn away from you.
(And an Inner Voice said,)
O bird from the Soul of Paradise,
fly back to your native land.
You have broken free from this cage.
Your wings are eager for flight.
Fly from these brackish ponds
Toward the flowing waters of life.
Leave the entryway,
And return to the throne-room of your soul.
Jalaluddin Rumi