This poem by Rumi echoed sweetly in my ears:
"O truthful wise one, come; behold the one true lover.
Be not deceived by the world—see the beautiful Beloved.
Listen to the Prophet’s words, walk the path of the saint.
Leave this mortal realm—witness the union above.
Steer the ship of your thought to the ocean of perfection.
Feed on the meaning’s essence—behold the pearl of the sea."
It felt as if something clawed at my back, and suddenly, my eyes opened!
I found myself submerged in water, while the Simurgh was trying to pull me out. All around me were radiant blue stones. The underwater walls were columned, unlike the well I had come from—I couldn’t breathe. I struggled to the surface!
My eyes locked on the peak of the mountain, and my mind was absorbed in the poem—wondering how I could possibly climb those smooth rocks to reach it.
I moved behind the mountain, hoping to find a path upward. In the distance, I saw a hill with neatly arranged boulders on it.
As I got closer, I noticed a wooden fence surrounding it. Curious, I searched for an entrance, but found none. I reached out to climb over the fence—
But suddenly, my hand passed right through it, and I nearly fell to the ground!
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