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After a Line in Rumi
Between the acts on the great stage the green room swells with life; like ocean waves the movement never stops. Each spent performer, bathed in sweat, absorbed into their entourage, glows with the energy of the crowd. Around the curtain’s … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, belonging, Bhagavan Das, intoxication, performance, Rumi, safety, singing
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Arriving in India in 1964 was like walking into a concert that had been playing for five thousand years with seven hundred million people in the band. — Bhagavan Das, It’s Here Now, Are You? Share This: