listen to the wind come howl...

and move with foot and wings,
it would not suffer the axe blows,

and not the pain of saws.


For would the sun not wander,
away in every night,
how could at every morning,
the world be lighted up?






And if the ocean's water,
would not rise to the sky,
How would the plants be quickened,
by streams and gentle rain?



The drop that left its homeland,
the sea and then returned,
It found an oyster waiting,
and grew into a pearl.



Did Yusuf not leave his father,
in grief, tears and despair,
did he not by such a journey,
gain kingdom and fortune wide?

Did not the Prophet travel,
to far Medina, friends?
and there he found a new kingdom,
and ruled a hundred lands.


You lack a foot to travel?
then journey into yourself!
and like a mine of rubies
receive the sunbeams, print!

Out of yourself? such a journey
will lead you to yourself
It leads to transformation
of dust into pure gold.

-Rumi