I was going to tell you my story
But waves of pain drowned my voice.
I tried to utter a word but my thoughts
Became fragile and shattered like glass.
Even the largest ship can capsize
In the stormy sea of love,
Let alone my feeble boat
Which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing
But a strip of wood to hold on to.
Small and helpless, rising to heaven
On one wave of love and falling with the next
I don’t even know if I am or I am not.
When I think I am, I find myself worthless,
When I think I am not, I find my value.
Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day
So how can I doubt the resurrection?
Tired of hunting for love in this world,
At last I surrender in the valley of loveAnd become free.
“Rumi: Hidden Music”, translated by Maryam Mafi and Azima Melita Kolin (2001, p98).














One day I was watching the children playing with clay soil and I was amazed by what I saw. I looked at one of the children and what I saw in his eyes was determination and courage as he was manipulating the clay soil. I was impressed by his power, vision and ability in handling the soil. Because each brick the child was making from that soil was important so he had to handle it carefully. I noticed that he was focused and determined to perfectly achieve his mission.