O how the Beloved fits inside my heart
O how the Beloved fits inside my heart; Like a thousand souls in one body, A thousand harvests in one sheaf of wheat, A…
All Colors Become One
The baptism of God is the dyeing vat of Hu, God’s absoluteness, in which all colors become one. When the contemplative falls into that…
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
By Jalal-Uddin Rumi Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends. I was a tiny…