For beloved cross every pass Worldly affairs slow their pace A flowing brook amidst the grass Flowin

For beloved cross every pass Worldly affairs slow their pace …

For beloved cross every pass Worldly affairs slow their pace A flowing brook amidst the grass Flowing tears his face shall trace His ego is shattered glass Self-estranged, himself deface Sense the Divine in spirit and mass If he is truly seeking grace

Jalaluddin Rumi