"Sufism."
"On the way I'm reading Jalaluddin Rumi, the poet born
in Afghanistan, and I find the lovely descriptions of travel
in times when the railroad didn't exist.
Going from one American coast to the other,
I carry a Rumi in the Coleman Barks translation
as a whisper in a witty Slavic accent,
but I know just becomes clearer.
As far as language goes, beauty towers Japanese like snow
over Denver, initiates go so far as to claim the translation
matches the original, and that in line with this Sufism
is available here in a southern drawl."