. . . a true seeker must be completely empty like a lute

to make the sweet music of Lord, Lord.

When the emptiness starts to get filled with something,

the one who plays the lute puts it down

and picks up another.

There is nothing more subtle and delightful

than to make that music.

Stay empty and held

between those fingers, where where

gets drunk with nowhere.

-- Rumi

(The Essential Rumi,

translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne)