Opening poem by Rumi

The dawn of Glory has come spreading its light

and the bird of my soul bursts with song.

In the radiant sun the dust of my body settles

and the Beloved comes to sit at my side.

Touched by His grace my forlorn heart

stirs joyously and begins to dance.

The one whose back has bent

by the journey springs back to life.

The heart is the light of the word

and the soul its brilliance.

One sets the beat for the other to dance.

Chosen and read by Nancy L.

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Dance, then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I’ll lead you all in the Dance, said he.

 

Nature knows to dance

Photo and reflection by Amy W.
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The Dance of Inner Joy

Spanish moss dances with the wind,

No waltzing without the gentle breath of the Beloved.

Cool air awakens and enlivens,

A sense of deep inner joy settles in.

My heart center is warmed by light and joy and sunbeams.

Clock chimes ring on the hour, 

Filling my soul as the fleeting sun warms me to the core.

“The heart is the light of the word

and the soul its brilliance.

One sets the beat for the other to dance.” (Rumi)

Photos and poem by Nancy L.