RUMI DAYS

The mystery of presence will not arrive through the mind, but do some physical work, and it comes clear. An intellectual gets bound and wr...

You have a wonderful view, but no way into the prospect. I have no wings, you mutter, depressed, but this looking outside the senses is...

I am a cup in the Friend's hand. Look in my eyes. The one who holds me is none of this, but this that is so filled with images belongs ...

As everything changes overnight, I praise the breaking of promises. Whatever love wants, it gets, not next year, now . I swear by the one...

Nothing is better than selling figs to the fig seller. That's how this is. Making a profit is not why we're here, nor pleasure, no...

Eye , by Krisjanis Mezulis Birdcatcher, the birds you want are thirsty, so you open the wine vat and let the fragrance draw us. This is the...

Do you hear what the violin says about longing? The same as the stick. I was once a green branch in the wind. We are all far from home. La...