Some nights, stay up till dawn.
As the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
of a well, then lifted out into light.

Something opens out wings. Something
makes bordom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness.

Jalal ad-Din ar-Rumi
(c. 1207-1273) excerpted from The Soul of the World: A Modern Book of Hours.