Poems Like the birds by Editore|Published 22 March 2014 The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings. Rumi
Published 9 February 2017 The past is The past is an interpretation. The future is on illusion. The world does not more through time as if it were a […]
Published 6 October 2014 A fire A fire has risen above my tombstone hat. I don`t want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music and this […]
Published 14 April 2020 Thought of the Day: Tuesday 14th April Whenever we poison the moment with the worry about our life, the doubt about the intelligence of Existence, its Love, its supreme […]
Published 11 April 2021 Ordinary The message now for everyone is: be ordinary outside and extraordinary inside. Focus only on what really counts and expand. from: DERVISH […]