"Most people guard against going into the fire,
and so end up in it.
I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!
…
To praise is to praise
how one surrenders
to the emptiness.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless,
When the ocean surges,
don’t let me just hear it.
Let it splash inside my chest!
Friends are enemies sometimes,
and enemies friends.
But knowing depends
on the time spent looking!
Nightingales are put in cages
because their songs give pleasure.
Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
A secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
Head unaware of feet,
and feet head. Neither cares.
They keep turning.
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."
and so end up in it.
I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!
…
To praise is to praise
how one surrenders
to the emptiness.
We rarely hear the inward music,
but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless,
When the ocean surges,
don’t let me just hear it.
Let it splash inside my chest!
Friends are enemies sometimes,
and enemies friends.
But knowing depends
on the time spent looking!
Nightingales are put in cages
because their songs give pleasure.
Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
A secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
Head unaware of feet,
and feet head. Neither cares.
They keep turning.
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."
Rumi