Rumi

Sometimes I find a poem that so eloquently puts into words the feelings I know without a doubt in my heart. I want to share this one in particular with the people I know who will appreciate it, especially those of you I find myself dancing with again and again. You know who you are....


The Privileged Lovers (by Rumi)

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.