Where Everything Is Music (Rumi)

“Don’t 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.

And even if the whole world’s harp

should burn up,

there will still be hidden instruments

playing.

The strumming and the flute notes

rise into the atmosphere.

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 out like kindred 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.”

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