“Tattooing in Qazin”- Rumi (Excerpt)

What is it to praise? Make yourself particles. What is it to know something of God? Burn inside that presence. Burn up. Copper melts in the healing exlixir. So melt your self in the mixture. that sustains existence. You tighten your two hands together, Determined not to give up saying “I” and “we.” This tighteningContinue reading ““Tattooing in Qazin”- Rumi (Excerpt)”