A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
I don`t want learning, or dignity,
or respectability.
I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
The grief-armies assemble,
but I`m not going with them.
This is how it always is
when I finish a poem.
A Great Silence overcomes me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language.
Rumi
When you feel a peaceful joy, that’s when you are near truth. Rumi
What must come, comes. Face everything with love, as your mind dissolves in God. Lalla (Mystic Lady from Kashmir, XIV century)
“If someone hurts you, Then don’t be upset As it is the law of nature that the trees with the sweetest fruits, […]
When you observe yourself in a neutral way, not willing to correct something, you will find a new self. SB
