On bravery

You are the taste in very lip,
the intention of every religion,
you swing.

Your great heart out of the ground
and put your shapes in the air.
Half crazy is not early enough for you!
The sacred letter alif
turns into a circle, the rim of a wineglass.

This madness rises
out of love, and weeping.

We must not be afriad of
what anyone will say:

BE SOURCE, NOT RESULT

from The ILLUMINATED Rumi