The unseen power.
April 2nd, 2008
by Rumi
We are the flute, our music is all Thine;
We are the mouantains echoing only Thee;
And moves to defeat or Victory;
Zions emblvzoned high on flags unfurled –
The wind invisible sweeps us through the world.
[Read the original. Learn more about Rumi here. I found a Rumi poem called “The mixed-breed apple” in a bookstore, but I’ll be darned if I could find it online. If anyone knows a good source I can link to, I’d appreciate it. Find out why this poem is misspelled.]