‘O My Beloved – <br />I lose myself in the world’s distracting multiplicity, <br />yet cannot find the One in my restless mind – <br />I am in a desert place, a place of desolation… ’ <br /> <br />My Beloved said <br />see the reeds, gently swaying like swooning dervishes <br />on the river bank, their feet in the water – <br />a man could sit for hours and watch them – <br />are they not beautiful? <br /> <br />See now the reed-flute, so carefully crafted, <br />waiting there to sound out sadness, love and joy – <br />is it not beautiful? <br /> <br />See the musician – how his eyes shine <br />with the music in his soul! <br />Is he not beautiful? <br /> <br />Hear the music that he plays – <br />telling its stories of life and death, of heaven and earth – <br />is it not beautiful? <br /> <br />Now watch him as he plays <br />the music which is himself <br />on the flute made from the willing reed – <br />am I not the One you hear in this? <br /> <br />I am beautiful in My Oneness; <br />I am beautiful in My multiplicity; <br />Is there a greater miracle than this? <br /> <br />And you, the witness of all this in Me – <br />is there a greater miracle than yourself?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-spirit-of-rumi-27/
