We are brave, insolent revolutionaries who play with our own lives. It is a pity that this muddy flesh is the peer of our pure, clean soul. (more…)
The Beyond (2/17/19)
Some people tell stories about the Beyond. Some expect help from the Beyond. Souls keep running out of bodies secretly, looking for the Beyond. Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222.
Our Voices and Screams (2/10/19)
We have gone. Best wishes to the rest. Those born here on this planet always die here. The One who lives above knows that falling rock will surely hit the ground. (more…)
Slave and Servant (2/3/19)
I am drunk with the wine that Love has engraved on His glass. I ride a horse. Its reins are Love. Falling in Love with my moon-faced Beloved is great, but I am a slave and servant to the One who made Love a slave-servant to Him. Rubailar (2016), Page...