Form and formlessness

My poem for this week's Blissdance is Rumi saying:

MUSIC MASTERS

You that love lovers
This is your home. Welcome!

In the midst of making form, love
Made this form that melts form,
With love for the door,
Soul the vestibule.

Watch the dust grains moving
In the light near the window.

Their dance is our dance.

We rarely hear the inward music
But we're all dancing it nevertheless,

Directed by the one who teacher us,
The pure joy of the sun,
Our music master.

We live in a world of form. One of the supreme joys of being human is accepting that we are here to play and create with form, and to do so with full enthusiasm. Existing form and structure can give us the foundation from which to explore further. However, as human beings we also tend to get enticed by familiar forms. We can hide from ourselves and our creative impulse in form that feels comfortable, familiar, legitimate, safe, form that will keep us from feeling exposed, on edge, at the brink of the unknown.

Rumi says that the great Lover creates all form, but also melts the form. This is the challenge that love brings us - love as an expression of pure truth (rather than the sweet sugar candy our ego's would like it to be). Love challenges us to be willing to fully enter form - to express, to take a stand, to experience, to enter into the moment. And then to be willing for this moment to melt, for this experience to pass, for this dance to be tranformed.

Then our dance becomes as free and unpredicable as atoms dancing in the air. We dance - we get danced - by the inward music of the tao, the Lover, that moves through us all.