And the words of a poet long dead spoke to me through time and space, with words to balm a soul huddled In its own cloak of fear. And the cage door opened a little. Through that small opening I peeped at the world, And I knew my own strength. Began to push. With a whisper of silk, the cloak slipped from my shoulders. "You are a bird of paradise in the magic of existence, why allow yourself to be caged and chained?" - Rumi