Define me, shrink me: you starve your self of Self. Keep me nailed in a box of unyielding words, That box becomes your coffin. I do not know who I am. I live in brilliant astonishment. I am not Christian. I am not Jew. I am not Zoroastrian. Even a Muslim, I am not. I … Continue reading Unbound
Passages of thistle and thyme lead us to where time or we forgot. In the breadth of a scent, a moment of breath. To remember, to be breathed through into the Presence here now.
I marveled at an Ocean without shore, and at a Shore that did not have an ocean; And at a Morning Light without darkness, and at a Night that was without daybreak; And then a Sphere with no locality known to either fool or learned scholar; And at an azure Dome raised over the earth, … Continue reading An Ocean without Shore
Here are the miracle signs you want: That you cry through the night and get up at dawn, asking, that in the absence of what you ask for your day gets hard, you neck thin as a spindle, that what you give away is all your won, that you sacrifice belongings, sleep, healthy, your head, … Continue reading Mathnawi, II 1680-1708
Rumi, not Maher It's the old rule that drunks have to argue and get into fights. The lover is just as bad: He falls into a hold. But down in that hole he finds something shining, worth more than any amount of money or power. Last night the moon cam dropping it's clothes in the … Continue reading The New Rule
Inspired by ocean-walking dreams, of the surface of the waves and the surface of the bottom; watching dolphins and seals yesterday, I couldn't think of a better time to share this. A man is wandering the marketplace at noon with a candle in his hand, totally ecstatic. “Hey,” calls the shopkeeper, “is this a joke? … Continue reading In The Waves and Underneath
The Answer as God in Fire One dervish to another, What was your vision of God’s presence? I haven’t seen anything. But for the sake of conversation, I’ll tell you a story. God’s presence is there in front of me, a fire on the left, a lovely stream on the right. One group walks toward the … Continue reading The Question
A couple of days I ago, I popped back onto Twitter and saw this nifty nugget: This world seems to be designed to give you all the reasons NOT to love , so go against the grain and love. My response: I view it as designed with infinite reasons and ways to love. 🙂 It's … Continue reading Sharing a Twitter Love Lesson
Who Says Words With My Mouth? All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there. This drunkenness … Continue reading Who Says Words with My Mouth?