POEMS: “where everything is music” by Rumi

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Where everything is music

 

Do not worry about saving these songs.
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it does not matter.

We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.

The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,

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 cannot see.

Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.

Rumi

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Where everything is music and let us all sing and dance just the way Rumi has so beautifully said it. Awesome poetic splendor, Amira.

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    1. Thank you dear Kamal! That’s our cherished Rumi indeed 🙂

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    1. so glad to hear that Linda! ❤

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