Listen to the reed flute
Sema is the food of the lovers of God,
for within it is the taste of tranquility of mind.
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 dancer hears a tambourine inside her,
like a wave that crests into foam at the very top, begins.
Maybe you don't hear that tambourine, or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music. Dance, A brilliant city inside your soul!
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