Guest guest Posted March 28, 2003 Report Share Posted March 28, 2003 How lover and beloved touch is familiar and courteous, but there is a strange impulse in that to create a form that will dissolve all other shapes. Remember the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you. We watch the sunlight dust dance, and we try to be that lively, but nobody knows what music those particles hear. Each of us has a secret companion musician to dance to. Unique rhythmic play, a motion in the street we alone know and hear. Shams is a king of kings like Mahmud, but there's not another pearl-crushing dervish Ayaz like me >From the Soul of Rumi translated by Coleman Barks Love, Joyce Attachment: (image/jpeg) 2191440089.jpg [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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