RUMI DAYS

The musical air coming through a flute, a spark off a stone, a flickering in metal. Both candle, and the moth crazy around it. Rose, and t...

I am dust particles in sunlight. I am the round sun. To the bits of dust I say, Stay. To the sun, Keep moving. I am morning mist, and the ...

Is there a human mouth that does not give out soul-sound? Is there love, a drawing-together of any kind, that is not sacred? Every natural...

Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search. Wandering this world is wandering that, both inside one transpa...

If you want money more than anything, you will be bought and sold. If you have a greed for food, you will become a loaf of bread. This is ...

 As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears. As you cease to be, true life begins. As you grow smaller, this world cannot contai...

Mark Rothko, Untitled Christ is the population of the world, and every object as well. There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup ...