Saturday, February 20, 2010

You are the notes, and we are the flute.
We are the mountain, you are the sounds coming down.
We are the pawns and kings and rooks
you set out on a board; we win or we lose.
We are lions rolling and unrolling on flags.
Your invisible wind carries us through the world.

-- Rumi
(in The Enlightened Heart,
edited by Stephen Mitchell)

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