RUMI DAYS

A dervish lover was told to turn toward his own face, and he did, saying, Lord, lord , for years with no answer, no message back, yet he wa...

Mother and Child, by Henry Moore Held like this, to draw in milk, no will, tasting clouds of milk, never so content.

But there are those in bodies who are pure soul. It can happen. These messengers invite us to walk with them. They say, You may feel happ...

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...