The Privileged Lovers By Rumi

The Privileged Lovers By Rumi The moon has become a dancerat this festival of love.This dance of light, This sacred blessing,This divine love,beckons usto a world beyondonly lovers can seewith their eyes of fiery passion. They are the chosen oneswho have surrendered.Once they were particles of lightnow they are the radiant sun. They have left […]

The Window By Rumi

The Window By Rumi Your body is away from mebut there is a window openfrom my heart to yours. From this window, like the moonI keep sending news secretly Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Share on telegram Share on email Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

The Guest House By Rumi

The Guest House By Rumi This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesAs an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor […]