Once upon a time on this earth, in a land far, far away,
A lone grain of wheat, amidst the grains of sand silently lay,
Then came the thunderstorms, watering the parched land
Soon afterwards a sprout from that grain of wheat was at hand.
Not one plant grew from any single grain of sand
Though multitudes amidst the soil would stand.
The lone grain of wheat grew to yield many more grains,
The multitudes of sand remained still in their numerous strains.
And so it is with Truth surrounded in a world of lies
The lone living Truth amidst falsehood multiplies.
Translation of Rumi’s work by
Vancouver
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