Dance, when you're broken open!
Dance, when you've torn the bandage off!
Dance in the middle of fighting!
Dance in your blood!
Dance when you're perfectly free!
Struck, the dancers hear the
tambourine inside of them —
as a wave rises to foam on
its very top, begin!
All the leaves are clapping time!
Close your ears on your head that
only listens to cynical jokes and lies —
There are other things to hear and see:
Dance, music and a brilliant city
inside the soul!

~ Rumi