I Wish I Could Speak Like Music
I wish I could speak like music.
I wish I could put the swaying splendor
Of the fields into words
So that you could hold Truth
Against your body
I am trying the best I can
With this crude brush, the tongue,
To cover you with light.
I wish I could speak like divine music.
I want to give you the sublime rhythms
Of this earth and the sky’s limbs
As they joyously spin and surrender,
Against God’s luminous breath.
Hafiz wants you to hold me
Against your precious
- The Gift: Poems by Hafiz, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Landinsky, p. 305.
This is what dance means to me: It is prayer. It is devotion. It is meditation. It is celebration. It is communion with God. Even at its most mundane, it is joy. Would you like to dance?