Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Poem By Rumi


You have no idea how hard I've looked 

for a gift to bring You.

Nothing seemed right. 

What's the point of bringing gold to 

the gold mine, or water to the ocean. 

Everything I came up with was like 

taking spices to the Orient. It's no good

giving my heart and my 

soul because you already have these.

So I've brought you a mirror. 

Look at yourself and remember me!


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