A friend reminded me that it is Rumi’s birthday.
I celebrate Rumi every single day.
To the sound of the B/beloved’s voice.
Yes, Rumi had whispered in my ears ,many, many years back…”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.”