As waves upon my head the circling curl, So in the sacred dance weave ye and whirl. Dance then, O heart, a whirling circle be. Burn in this flame - is not the candle He?
Dance when you are broken open, Dance when you have torn the bandages off, Dance in the middle of the fighting, Dance in your blood, Dance when you are perfectly free.
Only Love. Only the holder the flag fits into, and wind. No Flag.
If thou wilt be observant and vigilant, thou wilt see at every moment the response to thy action. Be observant if thou wouldst have a pure heart, for something is born to thee in consequence of every action.
Stay in the company of lovers.
Those other kinds of people, they each
want to show you something.
A crow will lead you to an empty barn,
A parrot to sugar.
--Rumi
4 comments:
Mmmm... who is Rumi? I particularly like the last two, there's something in there that even in my sleep state struck me. And the dancing one too...
They're ALL good!
I think I've told you about him...or not. Maybe that was someone else. He was a Sufi mystic person in the 13th century, I think. He did stuff.
Indeed there is something there perhaps! Yay!
Dancing is fun! We must do more of it. NOW!
Hee hee... Sufi
Can I guess we are talking about Molana Jalal-e-Din Mohammad Molavi Rumi? He seems pretty cool. Must learn more! But first.. pants!
Bit of a smart arse aren't you.
Pfft, who needs pants.
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