Rumi turned spontaneously,
And followers formalized.
However perfect the turning, thus done,
Rumi's moment is lost.
The falling leaves.
Turn as they do, my dear
Without a thought.
"Thus, not thus."
Never turning at all…
But being turned.
- "The small man builds cages for everyone he knows...
While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low,
keeps dropping keys all night long
for the beautiful rowdy prisoners."