I offer this poem as an antidote to the political tempest we find ourselves in right now…
Today is neither the beginning
nor the end of the world,
much sadness and happiness
still wait behind the curtain.
If you are one on the Way,
do not lose heart if the distance
seems too far, or the time too long,
for you are the ancient wayfarer
whose real home is love,
and each step you take here
must be marked by your blood.
If water remains still
it is swallowed by the earth;
but if it keeps on moving
the river becomes the sea.
~Hooshang Ebtehaaj, Iran
Poem translated by Salvi Asefi & David Hunter
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