I am really glad I could convey to some extent the music that Rumi's words leave in our hearts.. uplifting.. soaring.. in soul cleansing optimism.. and we are able to sit in that quiet corner within.. lured by the melody.. touching the possibility of a Self that we could love.. as slowly the heart unfolds bit by bit.. in acceptance of this divinity.. in surrender of the Self..
Yes, the last words.. were mine.. for I feel this is the true meaning of Sufism.. or Bhakti.. this metamorphosis.. this need to wrap yourself in a cocoon.. quiet.. dissolving.. shedding the past.. no thoughts of future.. just palpable silence.. melting into pure emotion.. that uncontained.. bursts out.. free.. transformed.. ethereally lit up with life..
you wanted something on the flute.. here are some beautiful words by Rumi..
"A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it, and called it a human being.
Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony
of parting, never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute".
Please let me know if you need more verses or quotes on either Rumi or Sufism.. it was really a pleasure sharing something so close to my heart.
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