Saturday Poetry

Everything you see has its

     roots

In the unseen world. 

The forms may change

Yet the essence remains the 

     same. 

Every wondrous sight will

     vanish,

Every sweet word will fade,

But do not be disheartened,

The Source they come from

     is Eternal,

Growing, branching out,

Giving new life and new joy.

Why do you weep?

That Source is within you

And this whole world

Is springing up from it.

The Source is full,

Its waters are ever-flowing;

Do not grieve,

Drink your fill!

Don't think it will ever run

     dry, This is the endless

     Ocean. 

RUMI