THE POET'S QUARRY

  Losing my Self I became God's interpreter. Now, drunk or sober I barely utter a word.

 Cruel autumn has arrived! The rose's red dress is torn the willow's branches have dropped repenting for missed prayers. The lily ha...

 

  While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away

  Beauty is the Garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently . . . Can words describe the indescribable?

  One day you will see me sprawled in the tavern my turban pawned, my prayer rug stained with wine. Intoxicated with the teasing kiss of my ...

  Your benevolence has no rival! Every door is shut except Yours so a stranger lost at night finds no other door but Yours. 🔷 ⚜️ 🔷

 

 

your  Love  has brought us to this silence

  Let Your Love Flow - So glad to see you again!

 

  I came with many knots in my heart, like the magician's rope. You undid them all at once. I see now the splendor of the Student and th...

  From now on the nightingales will sing of us sitting here outdoors, where wind lifts the hair of the willow and starts her dancing. God kn...

The real work belongs to someone who desires God and has severed himself from any other work. The rest are like children who play together u...

  Dam the torrent of ecstasy when it runs in flood, so that it won't bring shame and ruin. But why should I fear ruin? Under the ruin wa...

Till the cloud weeps, how should the garden smile? The weeping of the cloud and the burning of the sun  are the pillars of this world: twist...

 

You that give new life to this planet you that transcend logic, come. I am only an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly. Rumi:  Edited ...

your love has brought us to this silence, where the only obligation is to walk slowly through a meadow and look