Rumi

The stars come up spinning every night
Bewildered in love.
They’d grow tired with that revolving, if the weren’t.
They’d say, “How long do I have to do this!”

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
A passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
Where the wind-breath originated,
And let your note be clear.
Don’t try to end it.

Be your note.
I’ll show you how it’s enough.

Go up on the roof at night
In this city of the soul.

Let everyone climb on their roofs
And sing their notes!

Sing loud!

- Rumi