RUMI DAYS

You ask, Why do you cry with such sweetness all around? I weep as I make the honey, wearing the shirt of the bee, and I refuse to share th...

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

Turquoise Jar, by Farhad Moshiri  One night a man was crying Allah. Allah. His lips grew sweet with the praising, until a cynic said, So. I...

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. The child weaned from mother's milk now drinks wine and honey mixed. ...

You are so subtle you can slip into my soul, how would it be if you, for a time, were living visibly here? So hidden that you are hidden f...

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move with...

The Wife of Plutus, by George Frederic Watts In this battle we do not hold a shield in front of us. When we turn in sama , we do not hear ...