“How lover and beloved touch
is familiar and courteous,
but there is a strange impulse
to create a form
that will dissolve all other shapes..
Remember, the entrance door to
the sanctuary is inside you..
We watch a 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
Shams is a king of kings like Mahmud,
but there’s not another pearl-crushing dervish, Ayaz, like me.”
(The Soul of Rumi.)