I would have to say that Rumi is one of my all-time favorite poets. When I discovered Rumi… I mean really discovered Rumi – meaning that I could actually hear and take in the wisdom – I was in my early thirties. I came alive. I became so alive that in those days I wept quite often. My heart broke wide open because it could no longer contain the levels of Love that were visited upon me. Just to know that there had been another human on the planet that felt and experienced these things, and did not immediately cage it and develop products and workshops around it, was enough to keep me going… and then some. Not that I haven’t gotten a lot out of products and workshops in the past, but you know what I mean.
I know I am blessed and I express my gratitude on a daily basis – sometimes several times a day – speaking, singing, laughing, creating, and feeling… everything. It is the only way that I can survive the joy that I feel in the “breeze of dawn” – and all of the glorious “secrets” that she tells.
Rumi inspires me, and no matter what’s going on around me, his poetry always helps me to feel that things are getting better.