lip of insanity

"Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you're perfectly free".

This is specially for your photo editor.. what more visually beautiful words could there be.. a breath of divinity.. an inflamed rapture.. touching the abandonment in Rumi's words nourishes our souls.. the unadorned release satiating it.. joy dances inside our hearts as these words enter inside, making us feel the music in our veins.. a glimpse that breathes poetry.. making it impossible to live with this intense flowing.. as our inner being too.. dances and whirls to the beat of this ecstasy.. as helpless we surrender.. to this cosmic enigma.. of divine consummation.. waves of hope.. come crashing down.. in a vain attempt to drown even a drop of this 'missing'.. aching for that touch.. that presence.. that confluence.. teasing sanity into a cauldron of manic whirling.. infusing the cosmos.. reaching an acute pitch.. as the whole Being betrays the self.. a liquid fire igniting.. melting.. consuming.. us.. knowing this chimeric vision.. that we search for all our lives.. has been there.. within us.. all along..

Thank you so much.. for this beautiful vision.. this inner journey.. so palpably moving.. of Rassouli's work.. Such fluid movement cascading into sheer stillness.. feelings that defy ex-pression.. or containment.. and yet he captures them.. so beautifully.. and yet he releases them.. for all to see.. and the heart feels.. the whirlpool.. the silence.. the abandon.. the light.. in all it's stages.. touched beyond words.. as he defines this synchronicity.. of manic abandon.. and settled peace..

Even Deepak Chopra presents music inspired by Rumi's love poetry.. in his 'a gift of love'.. poetry.. music.. paintings.. what a symphony Rumi's joy has composed.. each heart touched by it.. imperceptibly metamorphosing into a flute.. of fluid creation..

In this age of unsettled disquiet and confused meanings.. where thoughts and awareness unconsciously feel the vacuum inside.. desperately filling it with outward luxuries.. entertainment.. relationships.. and yet.. the emptiness persists.. the void remains.. each searching outwardly.. for a journey that needs to be.. within.. we need this touch.. this joy.. that Rumi's words bring..

"I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens,
I've been knocking from the inside!"

I thank you once again.. for all your words of encouragement and appreciation.. you don't need my permission for the quotes at all.. just wanted you to get a feel of this inner exultation.. that his words have left.. for all to touch.. himself becoming 'Shams' for so many.. turning us inwards.. a slow undulation.. a unique dance form..

Yes I would love to write to Mr.Rassouli.. with Oorvaziji's reference.. thank you so much for knowing how much it would mean.. and putting me in touch with his ethereal work.. most of all.. how can I thank you for realizing my heart's desire.. making this more than just an article.. please take care.. and do let me read it as you said when we spoke.. would really love that, if possible..