RUMI DAYS

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us. We taste only sacredness.

Yesterday the beauty of early dawn came over me, and I wondered who my heart would reach toward. Then this morning again and you. Who am I? ...

A lover looks at creekwater and wants to be that quick to fall, to kneel all the way down in full prostration. A lover wants to die of his...

The ocean way is the fish way of the watersouls of fish who die becoming the sea. Fish do not wait patiently for water. In this world full...

  Carpet from Konya, the place where Rumi died, in present day Turkey. Rumi celebrants call the day Rumi died his "Wedding Day," ...

Spiritual experience is a modest woman who looks lovingly at only one man. It is a great river where ducks live happily, and crows drown. ...

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...