When you dance the whole universe dances.
The world dances around the Sun. The morning light breaks, Spinning up with delight.
How could anyone Touched by your love Not dance like a weeping willow?
Today I spin wildly throughout the city; I am the cup-bearer, My head is the cup.
Perhaps a scholar will see me and drop his books.
Perhaps the world will see me and forget all its sorrows.
~ Rumi Art by by Gülcan Karadağ
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