Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
RumiDon't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.
Rumi