Garden of miracles, what kind of garden are you? It’s been awhile since I posted any of my daily Rumi. That dude sure loved garden metaphors. His work makes me want to plant more roses. Or maybe gardenias (which I think don’t survive Virginian winters). Roses aren’t my fragrant flower of choice. One of my …
The Rumi-a-day thing was apparently a great idea. Maybe I should re-title this blog “all Rumi all the time” or something. So. Here’s your Rumi. It’s a selection of related snippets I’ve enjoyed this month. Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green …
How can you ever hope to know the Beloved Without becoming in every cell the Lover? And when you are the Lover at last, you don’t care. Whatever you know, or don’t – only Love is real. – Jalal-ud-Din Rumi (Translated by Andrew Harvey from A Year of Rumi) I’ve subscribed to this year-long Rumi-a-day …