RUMI DAYS

Young Woman with a Water Pitcher, Johannes Vermeer We are the mirror as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste this minute of ete...

When school and mosque and minaret get torn down, then dervishes can begin their community. Not until faithfulness turns to betrayal and b...

I may be clapping my hands, but I do not belong to a crowd of clappers. I am neither this nor that. I am not part of a group that loves flu...

 Speak quietly and say nothing that is not true. It's afternoon. We need to be quiet for a while. Speaking would be such an orchard to...

Flock of Birds, Joan de Bot People want you to be happy. Don't keep serving them your pain. If you could untie your wings and free yo...

Traveling is as refreshing for some as staying at home is for others. Solitude in a mountain place fills with companionship for this one, ...

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...