According to Osho, when you offer salaam to the Sufis—simply come close—their very presence colors you: your ego softens, joy and ecstasy surround you, and dormant capacities awaken. True poetry arises only when the 'someone' in you disappears; near Sufis, song, dance, and creativity bloom spontaneously, as in real satsang, which dissolves you yet makes you larger.
Being near Sufis is like walking through a garden—their fragrance makes you forget yourself, and real songs and creativity start to bloom.