You enter this room in a human shape and as the atmosphere we breathe.
You are the central pole through the nine levels connecting them and us to absolute absence.
So that we can have what we want, you give failure and frustration.
That man there, you suggest, might remove his head before entering the temple.
Then he could listen without ears to a voice that says My creature.
A month of walking the road, you make that distance in one day. Never mind gold and silver payments. When you feel generous, give your head.
— Rumi














