RUMI DAYS

Was there a beginning to this journey? Is there an end? I began to post daily readings here from the book A Year with Rumi on March 1...

 I saw you and became empty. This emptiness, more beautiful than existence, it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes, existence thri...

Someone asked once, What is love? Be lost in me, I said. You will know love when that happens. Love has no calculating in it. That is why...

Goat sculpture from found objects, by Picasso You have seen a herd of goats going down to the water. The lame and dreamy goat brings up t...

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it has been wailing a tender agony o...

I am part of the load not rightly balanced. I drop off in the grass like the old cave-sleepers, to browse wherever I fall. For hundreds of...

There is a strange frenzy in my head, of birds flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere?