We Are All the Same
Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
Hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
Crying and grasping in separation.
Everyone listens, knowing your song.
You yearn for others who know your name,
And the words to your lament.
We are all the same, all the same,
Longing to find our way back;
Back to the one, back to the only one.
Rumi
Awakening
And you? When will
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
Rumi
Rise up nimbly and
Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey!
Rumi
Open to me, so
Open to me, so that I may open.
Provide me your inspiration
So that I might see mine.
Rumi