"Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,

no light and no land anywhere,

cloudcover thick, I try to stay

just above the surface, yet I'm already under

and living within the ocean.

Does sunset sometimes look like the suns' coming up?

Do you know what a faithful love is like?

You're crying. You say you've burned yourself.

But can you think of anyone who is not hazy with smoke?"

Rumi - The essential Rumi p. 12