There is always room for Rumi on Monday.

It's been a wild weekend.  The show opening was wonderful with a great turn out.  If you made it out, thank you so much for coming!  I hope you enjoyed the work, the space, the music, the dance, and the community.  I certainly did!

I've got pictures to show you of us hanging the show, and pictures of the reception, and I have plans to make another video of Transformation from beginning to end, but today, I'm going to keep things simple because I have had a very long weekend and am feeling the need to rest up a little rather than jumping back into blogging today.  

So, today, I'm going to share a Rumi poem as translated by Coleman Barks from Rumi, the Big Red Book.  I was lying in bed last night after a very exhausting and mentally challenging day reading the beautiful and soulful words of Rumi and was quite taken with this one...

KEEP MOVING

Do you hear what the stringed instrument says about longing?

The same as the stick, I was once a green branch in the wind.

We are all far from home.

Language is our caravan bell.

Do not stop anywhere.

The moment you are attracted to a place, you grow bored with it.

Think of the big moves you have already made, 

from a single cell to a human being.

Stay light-footed, and keep moving.

Turkish, Arabic, Greek, 

any tongue is a wind that was formerly water.

As a breeze carries the ocean inside it,

so underneath every sentence is, 

Come back to the source.

A moth does not avoid flame.

A king lives in the city.

Why should I keep the company with owls out here in the empty buildings?

If you donkey acts crazy and will not work, apply the bullwhip to his head.

He will understand.

Do not try to love him back to his senses.

Whack him.