I was a speck of dust measured in molecules
Now I am a rising mountain peak, snow-capped;
I was forgotten like coffee grains in an empty pot
Now I am surging light leading a multitude
You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring
From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy.
From “Words of Paradise,” the Selected Poems of Rumi.