Drumsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.
A voice inside the beat says,
"I know you're tired,
but come. This is the way."
Are you jealous of the ocean's generosity?
Why would you refuse to give
this joy to anyone?
Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swin the huge fluid freedom.
Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.
(translations by Coleman Barks)
Rumi (1207-1273) was a Persian poet, philosopher and Sufi mystic. His poems often focus on the spirtual nature of love. The second poem certainly is a reference to "the turning" or spinning of Sufi mystics.
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