Sing
Sing
...for the love you bring.
That which has been given
and allows the birds to sing,
now demands for me to sing.
But first I must let go of all
silencing my timid voice.
Before I knew I could sing,
even before I knew I must sing,
I realized my life would eventually
be determined by my letting go,
release after unfathomable release
of all those many songs,
I am both aware and unaware,
I cling to desperately.
Now I frequently try to sing,
and I'm sure others have heard me
thinking he's still got much to let go.
But I hope they can also hear
my quivering voice gaining strength
the more I am able to release.
And as I sing this song,
I realize I must be careful
and not let go too quickly,
slipping into that dimension
the birds always trill about.
What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.
~ Rumi
