“Ashes, Wanderers” (Rumi)

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In this battle we do not hold a shield in front of us. When we turn in sema, we do not hear the flute or the tambourine.

Underneath these feet we become nazar, the guide’s glance, ashes, wanderers.

As the moon diminishes every day, and then it is gone, to come back changed.

Send for the planet Venus to play here. Flute, drums, and strings are not enough.

No. Who but these musicians

could stand the heat that melts the sun?

Published by adamazim1988

I have a Bachelor's Degree in History/Government and International Relations from George Mason University, and a Master's Degree in International Affairs with a Concentration in U.S. Foreign Policy from American University in Washington, DC. I was born in New York City, and have lived in Northern Virginia since childhood. I am an independent writer and an entrepreneur. I am also a book author.

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