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 art.
rumi...he's kind of my religion
the ability to say so much so succinctly. ..leaves me mystified and awed. i sat with those words for awhile as i started at the bay and wondered; to what or to whom he was referring when he says "your light" and "your beauty"?
the universe, nature, a lover...something else completely?
i adore this poem precisely because all three answers are correct. i am fascinated by it because it makes me consider another possibility. i am struck by it because it inspires me to be open to whatever unexplainable thing evokes such passion in another. it is inside works like these...that i find my spirit on a sunday...