RUMI DAYS

The way the soul is with the senses and the mind, is like a creek. When desire-weeds grow thick, your intelligence cannot flow, and soul-c...

Give us gladness that connects with the Friend, a taste of the quick. You that make a cypress strong and jasmine jasmine. Give us the inn...

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is f...

The connection to the Friend is secret and very fragile. The image of the Friendship is in how you love, the grace and the delicacy, the ...

Der Spaziergang, Marc Chagall You do not resemble anyone. You are not the bride or the groom. You do not fit in a house with anyone. You...

The sound of hoofbeats leaving a monastery where all is timed and measured. You are that rider. Someone who does not care very much about ...

When the Ramadan banner flies, soul restrains nature, so it can taste its own food. The strength of horses and the intensity of fire, thes...