A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it, and called it a human being.
Since then, it’s been wailing a tender agony
of parting, never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute.
Excerpted from The Essential Rumi
November 10, 2007 by heartsdeesire
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it, and called it a human being.
Since then, it’s been wailing a tender agony
of parting, never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute.
Excerpted from The Essential Rumi
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interesting. leaves my mind meandering.
Rumi has that effect on people :)