Do not worry if our harp breaks thousands more will appear.
We have fallen in the arms of love where all is music.
If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.
Do not worry if all the candles in the world flicker and die we have the spark that starts the fire.
The songs we sing are like foam on the surface of the sea of being while the precious gems lie deep beneath.
But the tenderness in our songs is a reflection of what is hidden in the depths.
Stop the flow of your words, open the window of your heart and let the spirit speak.
~ Rumi Translation by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi “Rumi: Hidden Music” HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 2001
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