You that love lovers, this is your home. Welcome! In the midst of making form, love made this form that melts form, with love for the door, soul the vestibule. Watch the dust grains moving in the light near the window. their dance is our dance. We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless, directed by the one who … Read More Featured Poem: The Music Master
The Freshness by 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 the majesty.
By Rumi You are granite. I am an empty wineglass. You know what happens when we touch! You laugh like the sun coming up laughs at a star that disappears into it. Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines. Patient and rational considerations leave. Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish. Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out. … Read More Featured Poem: Granite and Wineglass