My soul keeps whispering, "Quickly,
be a wandering dervish, a salamander
sitting in its homefire. Walk about
watching the burning turn to roses.
As this love-secret we are both
blasphemy and the core of Islam.
Don't wait! The open plain is better
than any closing door. Ravens love
ruins and cemetery trees. They
can't help but fly there. For us
this day is friends sitting together
with silence shining in our faces."
You are song,
a wished-for song.
Go through the ear to the center
where sky is, where wind,
where silent knowing.
Put seeds and cover them.
Blades will sprout
where you do your work.
Keep walking, though there's no place to get to.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings. Move within,
but don't move the way fear makes you move.
- Rumi, "Blasphemy and the Core"