“My heart,
sing the song of longing like a nightingale.
The sound of your voice casts a spell
on every stone, on every thorn.
First,
lay down your head,
then one by one let go
of all distractions.
Embrace the Light and let it guide you,
beyond the winds of desire.
There,
you will find a spring
and nourished by its sweet waters
like a tree
you will bear fruit forever.”
From The Hidden Music by Rumi, translated by Dina Al – Mahdy
Chorlton Unitarians 