Saturday, April 13, 2013

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it, and called it a human being.

Since then, it has been wailing
a tender agony of parting,
never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute.

-- Rumi
(from A Year With Rumi,
translated by Coleman Barks)

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