The Freshness- Rumi

When it’s cold and raining, you are more beautiful. And the snow brings me even closer to your lips. The inner secret, that which was never born, you are that freshness, and I am with you now. I can’t explain the goings, or the comings. You enter suddenly, and I am nowhere again. Inside theContinue reading “The Freshness- Rumi”

The Least Figure – Rumi

I tried to think of some way to let my face become yours. “Could I whisper in your ear a dream I’ve had?  You’re the only one I’ve told this to.” You tilt your head, laughing, as if, “I know the trick you’re hatching, but go ahead.” I am an image you stitch with goldContinue reading “The Least Figure – Rumi”

“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)”

“Quietness”- Rumi

I recently unearthed my “Rumi” book from college and the page with this poem was marked.  This poem is as perfect now as it was to me 14 years ago when I marked the page.  I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do. Quietness Inside this new love, die.Your way begins onContinue reading ““Quietness”- Rumi”