*This is from a post I did last year.*
I heard coyotes howling at the moon. I turned to look out at the
view. They stood there five or six of them converging in the
darkness. I would have asked them to stop only I was not bothered, not
bothered at all. I saw that it was 2:13 in the morning. My wake up
time. "There is a message in the clouds Do not fall back asleep." I
am misquoting Rumi, but you get the gist. I stayed awake a few more
hours listening to my howling companions. I couldn't really see them
as the light began to creep over the horizon. I would think that I had
only imagined them if only they hadn't left footprints in the sand.
-Nyenye
Rumi:
Inside you there's an artist you don't know about. He's not interested in how things look different in moonlight. 
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
I
died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal.
I died an animal and I was man. Why should I fear? When was I less by
dying?
The
Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and
annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence.
I saw I existed through Him.
Everyone
sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that
depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more
sees more -- more unseen forms become manifest to him.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.