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 center of your chest,

and let the spirit fly in and out.

-- Rumi (Coleman Barks translation)