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 →

Thistle and Thyme

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.

An Ocean without Shore

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 →

Mathnawi, II 1680-1708

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 →

The New Rule

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 →

In The Waves and Underneath

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 →

The Question

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 →

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