a form that will dissolve all other shapes

How lover and beloved touch is familiar and courteous, 

 but there is a strange impulse in that 

 to create a form that will dissolve all other shapes. 

 

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary 

 is inside you. 

 

We watch a sunlight dust dance, 

 but nobody knows what music those particles hear. 

 

Each of us has a secret companion musician to dance to. 

 Unique rhythmic play, a motion in the street 

 we alone know and hear.
 

Shams is a king of kings like Mahmud, 

 but there is not another pearl-crushing dervish Ayaz like me. 

 

[Rumi {Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī} {1207-1273}  'Entrance Door', from
Rumi: The Big Red Book]