Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 41 · middle
Listen to the Reed (Rumi)
Rumi
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your feet know the spiral before your mind can map it, spinning through the courtyard where the dust becomes your prayer— each rotation a synapse firing fresh, your neurons birthed anew in the turning, neurogenesis blooming where the axis holds you still. The dervish doesn't know the dancer; the dance knows both of you. Your body writes what your tongue can only circle. [Chorus] You are the spin and the stillness, the question that answers itself in motion, your hands reaching down and up at once— I watch you dissolve into the turning and find yourself more whole. [Verse 2] Your mirror neurons ignite when you meet another's grief, their sorrow maps itself across your own cortex, and suddenly you're not separate—your boundaries blur and reform. The whirl is predictive coding made visible: your body prophesying what your heart already knows, spinning toward the beloved before the beloved arrives. [Chorus] You are the spin and the stillness, the question that answers itself in motion, your hands reaching down and up at once— I watch you dissolve into the turning and find yourself more whole. [Bridge] Your axons branch like roots seeking the beloved in every room, long-term potentiation cementing each sacred collision— the ecstatic synapses firing and firing and firing, theta waves conducting your bones like an orchestra, and you are both the instrument and the frequency it sings. [Chorus] You are the spin and the stillness, the question that answers itself in motion, your hands reaching down and up at once— I watch you dissolve into the turning and find yourself more whole. [Outro] Keep spinning, keep being the axis around which longing organizes itself, the dervish who found God in the dizzy arithmetic of the soul, feet remembering what centuries of turning taught them. --- **WORD COUNT: 286 words** ✓