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Zeliha sang to us tonight, I listened to what I heard, “I’m not interested in your ears But I’ll sing to your heart with scented words… …Your eyes are the sea but your heart is my harbor. This song is … Continue reading →

Sometimes I am drowning in answers 
thirsting for questions –  
for it is the pain of not knowing
 that I’ve befriended. This one speaks of separation, 
 that one of where union begins 
another speaks of two fountains that converge and … Continue reading →

My hands clasped in knotted prayer, I slipped away, beyond aware but you slipped a string around my finger and tugged it toward your hidden turbe. So I tugged back in this gentle play of cat and mouse, of Rumi … Continue reading →

Her eyes are knitting needles, my heart Her design, Her words are golden gossamer threads, sewn into a cloak, as clandestine invisible as a spider’s web, dusted with dew and tangled light we slip away like moon and stars as … Continue reading →

There is melody within a noisy river that only a thirsting man knows. Only those whose fore-arms are scarred by thorns have felt the pleats of the fragrant rose. Dry parchment seeks the stream of the ink like a cube … Continue reading →

And some time came and went in a Tavern that never closes As we donned our cloaks and left, ‘twas another tranquil sunset among the many millions issued, another expression of white light  in as many radiant hues. We have … Continue reading →