RUMI DAYS

Ah, true believers, what can I say? I no longer know who I am. Not Christian or Jew or Muslim. Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen. I am not...

Margate Harbour, Joseph Mallord William Turner When you are with everyone but me, you are with no one. When you are with no one but me, y...

Moon, by Maria Tepper When you feel your lips becoming infinite and sweet, like the moon in a sky, when you feel that spaciousness inside,...

Fire of Finland, by Kim Leonard A shout comes out of my room where I've been cooped up. After all my lust and dead living I can still ...

For sixty years I have been forgetful, every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed. I deserve nothing. ...

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unex...

War Path, by Alfred Jacob Miller I have no vocation but this, and no need to touch every rose and thornpoint. You are seeing through my ey...