I came across this poem by Rumi..
'We tremble, thinking we're about to dissolve into nonexistance, but nonexistance fears even more it might be given human form!
Loving God is the only pleasure. Other delights turn bitter. What hurts the soul?
To live without tasting the water of its own essence. People focus on death and this material earth. They have doubts about soul water.
These doubts can be reduced! Use night to wake your clarity. Darkness and the living water are your lovers. Let them stay up together.
When merchants eat their big meals and sleep their dead sleep, we night-thieves go to work."
Darkness and the living water are lovers :)
