Poems Like the brush by Editore|Published 18 August 2014 On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter. We have no idea where we are. Rumi
Published 23 April 2014 The old sweet beggar This Path to God Made me such an old sweet beggar. I was starving until one night My love tricked God Himself […]
Published 30 March 2015 Listen Listen: this world is the lunatic’s sphere, Don’t always agree it’s real. Even with my feet upon it And the postman knowing […]
Published 15 December 2014 DON’T INSIST Don’t insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the Spring. Your living pieces will form […]
Published 16 March 2015 No one No one can keep us from carrying God wherever we go. No one can rob His precious name from the rhythm of […]