Going through some pages of "The Essential Rumi" , translation by Coleman Barks, I encounter this very familiar, very short and profound...

No better love than love with no object, no more satisfying work than work with no purpose. If you could give up tricks and cleverness,...

I have been keeping "The Essential Rumi" by my bedside for the past weeks. Here is a poem that has been calling my attention. Favorite...

A short and sweet one for today. I don't know why I haven't added it to my Blog yet. Always loved it. Gratitude for today. This moment,...

An invisible bird flies over, but casts a quick shadow. What is the body? That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains the...

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm...

A story is like water that you heat for your bath. It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet, and it cleans...

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is...

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working Expecting the worst, you look, and instead here’s the...

You suppose you are the trouble but you are the cure You suppose that you are the lock on the door but you are the key that opens it It's...

There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your...

Don’t run around this world looking for a hole to hide in. There are wild beasts in every cave! If you live with mice, the cat claws will...

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an...