Tag Archives: Rumi

“Again I am not Rumi”

Again I am not Rumi again I wish for this this thought that only poets read poets like a thorn of a stalk I grab to clear it. Minutes and sweat and tears later a finger and tongue throbbing with … Continue reading

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I am reading Rumi by night (Trying to) read dog behaviour by day.   I wander between these two eloquences, see lines of camps drawn, cat fanciers, canine faithfuls, wonder where, if, the twain shall ever meet, see Rumi’s absolute … Continue reading

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