ENTRANCE DOOR 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 theres not another pearl-crushing dervish Ayaz like me. ~ Rumi Barks, C. (Trans.) 2001. The Soul of Rumi--A New Collection of Ecstatic Poems. San Francisco: HarperCollins Publishers, Inc., pp. 15 - 16.
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