Compassionate Zone Streaks of color in the sky — can it be the blood of angels? The sky itself — can it be the breath of… read more
Looking and Seeing The hardwood trees knocked to see if He was there and He replied but He was not there And the rainfall straight down sought… read more
Inklings and Glimpses The inklings and glimpses that we get of the vast extravagant panorama The one or two trickles we see of the colossal waterfal… read more
Ghazal: At Rumi’s Tomb A sky shaped like a face – no it can’t be that A wingéd horse on fire in the middle of the air –… read more
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