RUMI DAYS

Elephant, by Julia Watkins Some Hindus have an elephant to show. No one here has ever seen an elephant. They bring it at night to a dark ro...

You are the living marrow. The rest is hay. Dead grass does not nourish a human being. When you are not here, this desire we feel has no tr...

Walk to the well. Turn as the earth and the moon turn, circling what they love. Whatever circles come from the center.

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...