Listen to the story told by the reed, "Since I was cut from the reedbed, Anyone apart from someone he loves Anyone pulled from a source At any gathering I am there, a friend to each, but few within the notes. No ears for that. spirit up from body: no concealing to see the soul. The reed flute Hear the love-fire tangled melts into wine. The reed is a friend and drawn away. The reed is hurt and longing for intimacy, one and a fine love, together. The one A tongue has one customer, the ear. because it was able to make sugar is for everyone. Days full of wanting, that they do. Stay where you are Every thirst gets satisfied except who swim a vast ocean of grace No one lives in that without But if someone doesn't want to hear it's best to cut conversation --------- A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony ----Jalaluddin Rumi---- Note: The poems above were written by the famous Persian poet, Jalaluddin Rumi in his, "Mathnawi." They were translated by Coleman Barks and John Moyne in the book, "The Essential Rumi" and can also be found in, "The Hand Of Poetry: Five Mystic Poets of Persia" by Inayat Khan and Coleman Barks. www.zensufi.com - © zensufi |