with apologies to rumi …




1.





nothing splinters so painfully, as the heart that feels too much. 




2.




we are nothing if we are not something to somebody.




3.




what good is the beauty of this world if our eyes are clouded by tears.




4.




the air passing through the flute seeks nothing, yet invisibly, obliviously, creates music.



5.




the waves that wash ashore cleanse the muddied seas, while cleansing muddied feet.




6.




the blood runs unendingly through our veins, to comfort us when we need to be still.




7.




the river of life achingly reaches for the vast sea, even as the traveller yearns to be peacefully rooted.




8.




the tears that flow cloud eyes, shielding us from what is painful to see




9.




the pristine dew that nourishes the flower forms in the dark, while we curse the darkness of night.




10.




the weeping willow pines for for water, as life streams ever on.