We see light. We think we know.
But to truly know,
we must experience
We see beauty and mercy
and everything good.
But to become
we must traverse evil.
Such is the price
We find meaning in
what is, even if
we have to arrive through what is not.
When "I Am"
comes the answer,
it is in response to our wonder.
"La Ilaha Illallah."
There is nothing else.
This is everything.
Come, hear the plaint of the reed flute
And so begins the 800-year-old Masnavi, a collection of about 25,00 Persian couplets. Its author was Hz. Jalal al-Din Muhammad Balkhi, also known as the poet Rumi.
The reed flute is made from a simple grass reed. The reed is plucked from its bed, then carved, dried, and burned. A mouthpiece is hand-chiseled. The reed flute's lament is haunting and sad. It stirs the heart and invites all who are estranged to join it. We call the invitation music.
And so began this wanderer's way on the Path of Love called