' 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. -Rumi