It was on my mind to read another poem by Rumi. I do have a confession, while I was recording it, I was afraid that it actually wasn’t truly a poem Rumi wrote, but I continued reading it anyway.
While some authors have informed readers that some poems may be attributed to Rumi and not authentic to him, or what I might think of as ‘counterfeit Rumis’, I have a feeling that he wouldn’t be stressed about this as some of the scholars may be. He may think that he is okay being part of a chorus and that he is real as part of the whole and with who he loves.
I enjoyed reading this poem that may be from the heart or from some kind of companions of the man, Rumi.
Earlier: I Heard It (poem read aloud)
Blush of Dawn 