by Rumi arranged Bob Commin

The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you want
Don’t go back to sleep
People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds meet
Don’t go back to sleep
The door is wide and open
Don’t go back to sleep
Today, like every other day you wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
And begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
When I heard my first love story
I started looking for you
Not realising how blind I was
Lovers don’t finally meet
They’re in each other all along
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you
The price of kissing you is your life
Now my loving is running toward my life shouting
What a bargain, let’s buy it.
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
The way of Love is not a subtle argument
The door there is devastation
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom
How do they learn it?
They fall and falling
they’re given wings
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
A secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
Head unaware of feet
and feet head. Neither cares
They keep turning
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
I am so small I can barely be seen
How can this great love be in me?
Look at your eyes,
They are so small
Yet they see enormous things.
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
Keep walking though there’s no place to get to.
Don’t try to see through the distances.
That’s not for human beings. Move within,
But don’t move the way fear makes you move.
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
No better love than love with no object,
no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
Dance when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you’re perfectly free
The breeze at dawn has something to tell you
Don’t go back to sleep.
Stop the words now
Open the window to the centre of your chest
And let the spirit fly in and out
This is really lovely, Bob, loved reading it and letting my mind wander while doing so! Beautiful, thank you!
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