The Guest House by Rumi
It is September 11th. I am thinking about gratefulness. I am thinking of one of my favourite books, Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, which makes me cry every time I read it, which has the following beautiful words: “Well,
Last night you left me and slept by Rumi
Still sick, so I canceled my plans. I don't feel like seeing people anyhow, because of what happened yesterday. I think I will go lie down and bury my head under a sea of pillows. Dream, maybe. Letting this poem
“When I have you…” by Rumi
Because it will always be true, in this life or the next: "When I have you
Spring Giddiness by Rumi
Nina Simone and the night. This poem. Spring Giddiness Rumi Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are