Saturday, April 26, 2014

Saturday Poetry

Everything you see has its
In the unseen world. 
The forms may change
Yet the essence remains the 
Every wondrous sight will
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



Rambling Woods said...

I like this...

Florence said...

I am coming to love Rumi. Must find out more about him.