Can you even digest in one reading how profound he was? I never can. Whenever I'm feeling lost, confused, alone or down, I turn to him. And he rescues me from my own distorted thinking. Do you think he knew that his words would reach so far into the future's hearts?
WHERE EVERYTHING IS MUSIC
Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn't matter.
We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmostphere,
and even if the whole world's harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.
This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.
Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.
-rumi
photo by denise andrade
(I am opening the window in the center of my chest...to let the spirits fly in and out. I'll tell you how that goes.)
photo by denise andrade
