RUMI DAYS

Listen to presences inside poems. Let them take you where they will. Follow those private hints, and never leave the premises.

Who is luckiest in this whole orchestra? The reed. Its mouth touches your lips to learn music. All reeds, sugarcane especially, think only ...

A human being is essentially a spirit-eye. Whatever you really see, you are that.

The King of Tabuk went on like this, praising Imra'u 'l-Qays, and talking theology and philosophy. Imra'u 'l-Qays kept sil...

Lovers cannot sleep when they feel the privacy of the beloved all around them. Someone who is thirsty may sleep for a little while, but he...

Face that lights my face, you spin intelligence into these particles I am. Your wind shivers my tree. You make my dance daring enough to f...

The old man's heart woke, no longer in love with treble and bass, without weeping or laughter. In the true bewilderment of soul he wen...