Welcome to the power, the rhythm of RUMI…comment by me.
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.
Comments: Rumi gives a keen insight into what it is like for a poet to attempt poetry… To see, hear, think, smell, and touch differently… Not necessarily ‘better’ just different and unique…littleraventhepoet.blog….Sincerely, Frank Payton…Hats off to Sang…
Frankie The Earthman 