Monthly Archives: May 2018

The compassion of the Shaikh is the physician to our pain He is a cool mist on desert sand He is the rain upon on our skin Below which seeds of hope give sprout as his love seeps deep within. … Continue reading →

People cannot keep their eyes off of a fire, they just have to gaze and reflect; because there is something in the fire too bright to discern and they simply must get closer. Moths fiercely sacrifice themselves for this wisdom … Continue reading →

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 →