I opened my copy of "The Essential Rumi", by Coleman Barks, a few
minutes ago and saw this poem. Its called "Music Master". I hope you
like it.
"You that loves lovers,
this is your home. Welcome!
In the midst of making form, love
made this form that melts form,
with love for the door,
soul the vestibule
Watch the dust grains moving,
in the light near the window.
Their dance is our dance.
We rarely hear the inward music,
But we're all dancing to it nevertheless
directed by the one who teaches us,
the pure joy of the sun,
our music master."
Have a beautiful day!
Michael Turner
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