I am the dust in the sunlight,
 I am the ball of the sun…
  I am the mist of morning,
  the breath of evening…
  I am the spark in the stone,
  the gleam of gold in the metal…
  The rose and the nightingale
  drunk with its fragrance.
  I am the chain of being,
  the circle of the spheres,
  The scale of creation,
  the rise and the fall.
  I am what is and is not…
  I am the soul in all. 
 Rumi