The wall of crying

When your soul was tired of the crowd that restricted it and wanted to be independent and chose the path of loneliness to know itself, it found itself bound by the prison of the body. She was unable to leave her land until the dream visited her, and she knew that there was some way to travel. So she spread her wings to fill the sky and rode the back of the dream to the expanses of a vast kingdom. The more she drank from it, the longer she traveled through it.. Thirst.. And whenever the soul descended from the steps of the sky, it turned its back on the world and began to cry to the wall of its isolation, addressing the highness of the highest human being.. What have you done to hide your beauty within everything? The things? Your inner light in things is imitated by hidden lamps of beauty.