grief to relief


she wandered barefoot gliding into thin air out beyond the realm of tangibility her soul visible through her sheerness it fluttered to meet his she kissed his soul through his face his eyelids closed, she lay her lips on them…


The Guesthouse ~Rumi

My favorite Rumi piece… This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who…


The Missing Piece

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all barriers within yourself that you have built against it” ~Rumi when I opened my eyes this morning I found a certain squirrel in my tree…