Where Everything Is Music | Rumi Poem

In this poem by Rumi, the song of life rises beyond form and fear. As the words fall away, we touch a hidden truth, the music that flows beneath everything, calling us back to a silent, living center.

Mawlana Jalaluddin Mohammad Balkhi, popularly known as "Rumi", is a 13th-century Sufi poet. Today, he is recognised as one of the greatest poets who ever lived, due in part to how his words seem to speak to the Divine.

Photo by Siim Lukka.
Translation by Coleman Barks.

Transcript

Don't worry about saving these songs. And if one of our instruments breaks. It doesn't matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere. And even if the whole world's harps should burn up. There will still be hidden instruments playing. So the candle flickers and goes out. We have a piece of Flint. And they spark. This singing art is seafoam. The graceful movements come from a pearl somewhere on the ocean floor. Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach. Wanting. They derive from a slow and powerful root. That we cannot see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest. And let the spirits fly in. And out.

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