I poured some water on the flour
And kneaded it with such power
And then left it for an hour.
I watched the dough rising slowly
From a place humble, lowly
To a state of fullness, holy.
Through a slow transformation
The dough grew with elation
Ready for its next vocation.
The lesson that the dough taught me
Through my process patient be
Then the outcome I shall see.
Translation of Rumi’s work by
Vancouver
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