det är jag som är döden

to shake and bend my soul

hunger

crystal

drag me to plurality

Tighter than non-existence is thought's realm,
that's why it causes griefs that overwhelm.
temporal existence is more cramped than thought,
that's why the moon shrinks almost to a dot;
the sensual world's more cramped than this as well,
it is the most restrictive prison cell.
what makes it narrow? multiplicity:
our senses drag us to plurality.
unity's not what senses can perceive—
if that's your goal, then this realm you must leave.

- rumi, the masnavi