Don’t You Recall?

Do you know where you came from?
You came from God’s harem, that’s where.
Yes, from God, who is without fault or flaw.

Try to remember.
Don’t you recall those divine, beautiful lips?

In truth, you’ve forgotten them,
and that’s why you’re so confused
and your head is spinning.

You’ve been selling your soul for a handful of dirt.
What a lousy deal!

Return that dirt. Know your value.
* You aren’t a slave. You’re the master.
You’re the sultan.

Beautiful faces came down secretly from the sky,
just for you.

Rumi

Editor’s comment: * this 13th century poet got it, how long before the rest of us catch up to this realization? We’ll stop being slaves, and be truly free when we start walking the walk.