I read a bit of Rumi each morning. Sometimes the poem seems obvious but most times I get befuddled if I try to think about it. What works best for me is to read it, not think about it and let my soul inspire a knowing.
Below is what came to me this morning. The poem that inspired it isn’t important.
I can listen to beautiful music bird or the words spoken by a poet, but I can’t have the bird’s experience of its song or experience what is in the poet’s soul. This beauty can only help inspire my own deeper experience.