Silence
When I am silent, I fall into that place where everything is music. In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and watch how the pattern improves. Rumi.
March 16, 2017 · 8 Comments
Rumi and the rat
Until a few weeks ago I’d never heard of Rumi. Raise your words not your voice, it is rain that grows flowers, not thunder. Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and … Continue reading
March 9, 2017
Strawberries in the Desert 
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