Daily readings of the 13th Century Persian poet as translated
by Coleman Barks
We are flutes wailing in the wind. And what a glorious sound, Ruth.
I love what Elisabeth wrote. Lovely!
Hmm, the gift that is unseen. A beautiful song.
To become what we were created for, we must leave what we were. Some part of us will forever miss what once was and that's natural. But we must also respect what we now are in order to honor the craftsman that created us.
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