Everything you see has its roots
Rumi
In the unseen world.
The forms may change
Yet the essence remains the same.
Every wondrous site will vanish,
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.
2 Comments
geri oster
BEAUTIFUL! Both the poem and the photograph, a perfect pairing and just what I need as I am choosing to quite my body and soul after a not so peace-giving day. Thank you. The solution that I am leaning to cling to instead of my drive to solve this thing, is the only answer for me today, and that is The Eternal Light and Love, that which, as I feel this poem is reminding me, is ever present and is Never ending. Timely. Blessings.
Monte Stevens
Thank you Geri. Sorry for your not so peace-giving day. I have them, also. Deep breaths, silenting quietly, a nice stroll, a hot bath, journaling at much better than the drive to solve or fix. Well done!