The mind is an ocean. . .and so many worlds
Are rolling there, mysterious, dimly seen!
And our bodies? Our body is a cup, floating
On the ocean; soon it will fill, and sink. . .
Not even one bubble will show where it went down.
The spirit is so near that you can’t see it!
But reach for it. . .Don’t be a jar
Full of water, whose rim is always dry.
Don’t be the rider who gallops all night
And never sees the horse that is beneath him.
translated by Robert Bly
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Leonard Durso 
This was my first Rumi poem I read (translated by Bly), part of a college course. A whole day was spent with the students with the professor’s enlightened guidance seeking to understand what was being expressed through Rumi through the poem through them. I think it was the first time I truly internalized the beauty of a poem’s beauty through undefinability and authenticity of soul.
Rumi is an experience and to be exposed while young is certainly the way to make him part of one’s life.