Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Dance, when you're broken open...by Rumi

Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free.

the dancers hear the tambourine inside them,
as a wave turns the foam on its very top, begin.

Maybe you don't hear that tambourine,
all the tree leaves clapping time.

Close the ears on your head
that listen mostly to lies
and cynical jokes.

There are other things to hear and see
dance, music and a brilliant city inside the soul.

~ Rumi

The Essential Rumi, 
translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne 

Art by Richard Young

1 comment:

  1. Hello Andy,

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem and artwork. Can you let me know who created the artwork please? I'd like to be in touch about using it for my book cover. You can email me at sala@bkty.info. Many thanks!