Entrance door..

“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 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
and hear..

Shams is a king of kings like Mahmud,
but there’s not another pearl-crushing dervish, Ayaz, like me.”

(The Soul of Rumi.)

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