^z 28th September 2023 at 8:39am
A Rumi poem as translated-interpreted by Coleman Barks:
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. |
(cf. Meditation - Sound, Music, Silence (2014-10-06), There's Nothing Ahead (2016-11-06), Be Ground (2016-12-27), ...) - ^z - 2018-01-04