RUMI DAYS

That camel there with its calf running behind it, Sutur and Koshek, we are like them, mothered and nursed by where and whom we are from, fo...

Time's knife slides from the sheath, as a fish from where it swims. Being closer and closer is the desire of the body. Don't wish ...

This piece of food cannot be eaten, nor this bit of wisdom found by looking. There is a secret core in everyone not even Gabriel can know ...

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. ...