How will you know the difficulties of being human if you’re always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire. ~Rumi
Posts Tagged ‘figure
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Oct
17
grief-seeds
09
Sep
17
Double crossed
27
Aug
17
When angels go to battle
When angels go to battle…
20
May
17
Life in the clutches
14
May
17
Seabird
Like the birds of the sea, humans come from the ocean, the ocean of the soul. ~Rumi
09
Apr
17
Revelation
O God, reveal to the soul that place where speech has no letters, so that the pure soul may go headlong toward the expanse of nonexistence out of which we are fed. ~Rumi
01
Apr
17
Reach
I want your sun to reach my raindrops, so your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud. ~ Rumi
