Artist: Freydoon Rassouli
Islands of bliss and everlasting youth,
Floating like flowers on an endless sea
And never touched by sorrows from this world:
Such happy islands thou wilt never see.
Behold: what thou hast dreamt of may be real,
It is not elsewhere, it is what thou art
If thou rememb’rest God; then thou wilt find
The golden island in thy deepest heart.
The singing of a flute came from the sea;
The waters vanished, and the flute was me.
Music of the Sky
An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry