Where Everything is Music by Rumi | a poetry reading

Welcome back to the poetry reading series! Today I read you a poem by the ancient Sufi poet Rumi titled Where Everything is Music. This poem can be found in the collection Rumi (2006) published by Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets, selected and edited by Peter Washington. Let me know what you think down below! Words: Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing. So the candle flickers and goes out. We have a piece of flint, and a spark. This singing art is sea foam. The graceful movements come from a pearl somewhere on the ocean floor. Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the centre of your che