In the haphazard way of true anarchists Rumi travels from heart to heart without apparent map, without explainable schema. Engineers shudder when they hear his name. He sings law beyond law. His music lies beyond the ease of breath.
In the comfortably obscure way of true poets Rumi encourages us to leap into a stratospheric understanding of flight. Shams, he said, will teach us about wings. From him we will learn re-entry and flames. From him we will learn the delectable arc of longing, and return.