Christmas by Rumi...

There is a morning where presence
comes over you, and you sing
like a rooster in your earth-colored shape.


Your heart hears and, no longer frantic,
begins to dance. At that moment
soul reaches total emptiness.


Your heart becomes Mary, miraculously pregnant,
and body, like a two-day-old Jesus,
says wisdom words.


Now the heart turns to light,
and the body picks up the tempo.


Where Shams Tabriz walks, the footprints
are musical notes, and holes
you fall through into space.