Intelligence and Tears - Rumi

Till the cloud weeps, how should the garden smile?
The weeping of the cloud and the burning of the sun
are the pillars of this world: twist the two strands together.
Since the searing heat of the sun and the moisture of the clouds
keep the world fresh and sweet,
keep the sun of your intelligence burning bright
and your eye glistening with tears

Mathnawi V , 134; 138-139; 141-142

Extract from The Reeds Flute Song - Rumi

At any gathering I am there
Mingling in the laughing and grieving
A friend to each
But few will hear the secrets hidden within the notes

Extract from 'A Man Lost By A River'

There is a voice inside the body.

There is a voice and music,
a throbbing, four chambered pear
that wants to be heard, that sits
alone by the river with its mandolin
and its torn coat, and sings
for whomever will listen
a song that no one wants to hear.

Michael Blumenthal