RUMI DAYS

So the frowning teacher came and left. He is very consistent with that vinegar face. But maybe he shows that to us and smiles with others....

There is a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no...

The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn...

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...