Rumi turned spontaneously,
In a movement of Love.
Dancing with The Beloved,
In the Tavern of The Heart.
Beautiful, the falling leaves.
Dancing in Love's Delight,
With their unseen Lover,
The Wind.
Take no care of hands held thus,
Or feet moved thus,
Or movements made just thus,
For this dance is not such.
And Rumi's moment will be lost.
Find Her within,
Let Love turn your Heart,
And your Heart turn the world,
All and everything turned, truly…
By The Beautiful Dancer.
