You that love lovers
This is your home. Welcome!
In the midst of making form, love
Made this love 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 were all dancing to it nevertheless
Directed by the one who reaches us
The pure joy of the sun
Our music master
Rumi?
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