You must have seen yourself by now- I mean the real Self. It must have at least passed close by one day, maybe even stepped on your toes. Or dragged you somewhere. That Self, upon your seeing it, gave you the idea of how eternity could be endured, because of a tremendous enchantment you felt for a grace emanating from all things, and your soul now the epicenter. Your own presence, upon every throne. Such and incandescence you emanated, and so magnificently sovereign you felt, that rightfully, rightfully, all your ideas of God would look very pale if they had the audacity to stand next to you, when your sight was clear . . . and all your power revealed. poem by Hafiz (c. 1320-1389) translated by Daniel Ladinsky