RUMI DAYS

My love wanders the rooms, melodious, flute notes, plucked wires, full of a wine the magi drank on the way to Bethlehem. We are three. The...

Marc Chagall, Village by Night Love is alive , and someone borne along by it is more alive than lions roaring or men in their fierce cour...

Think that you're gliding out from the face of a cliff like an eagle. Think that you're walking like a tiger walks by himself in t...

What sort of person says that he or she wants to be polished and pure, then complains about being handled roughly? Love is a lawsuit where...

Gerhard Mantz, Left Hand of Darkness You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existenc...

Whatever gives pleasure is the fragrance of the Friend. Whatever makes us wonder comes from that light. What is inside the ground begins ...

Apollo and Daphne, by Gian Lorenzo Bernini Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, Suffer the pa...