This groggy time we live, this is what it is like:

A man goes to sleep in the town

where he has always lived, and he dreams

he is living in another town.

He believes the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities

settles over us like a forgetful doze,

but we are older than these cities.

We began as a mineral. We emerged into plan life

and into the animal state. Then into being human,

and always have forgotten our former states,

except in early spring when we almost

remember being green again.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,

through the migration of intelligences,

and though we seem to be sleeping,

there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream.

It will eventually startle us back

to the truth of who we are.

(A year with Rumi).

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