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the knot | readingrumi
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Next Post →. August 20, 2015 · 9:40 pm. It comes from anxiety sometimes. But mostly from a well, inspired by God himself. Like a cloud ephemeral, pregnant, loving, tender, watchful. Like a boat floating, it comes from joy, from hope,. From life, from torrents. Underneath boats , it is there, i feel it in my chest, it’s nodding me:. Hey, you’re alive still, that’s great. you’re here. be beautiful. shine. Grow like a plant on a distant corner, do your thing away from eyes,. But outshine them all,. Conversa...
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Like a mother →. November 8, 2014 · 4:52 pm. I feel whole,. With a bird in flight,. Free to contort feathers and limbs. To transverse eons of sky. Feet clenched and carried by absolute certainty. In the timelessness of it all. Like a mother →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. The da...
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January | 2015 | readingrumi
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Monthly Archives: January 2015. January 13, 2015 · 2:56 am. Solomon had a habit of visiting the mosque at dawn, because then he could see with an early morning eye the new spirit-plants that were growing. Encourage that freshness in yourself, and not what clouds you with dullness and futility. O at the Edges. Conversations with a Human Heart. وقفت هنا. فكتبت. Life From Reem's Perspective. The dance of self with self is the most enticing journey of question and answer! Follow Blog via Email. O at the Edges.
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December | 2014 | readingrumi
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Monthly Archives: December 2014. December 28, 2014 · 6:46 pm. I journey with my life, fall leaves. Winter branches, spring flowers. My dad said the seasons are signs. I marvel sometimes at how far we are. How our words write different songs. And yet how we somehow. In one simple sentence glancing together. Both forward and inward,. Mom’s hands knead everything together. Joins dad in chit chatter, intimate. Breathing history, connection and heart. Into the spaces my sister and I inhabit,. O at the Edges.
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Newer posts →. September 29, 2014 · 12:32 am. Live without, and be without. I was told, by a whisper from a leaf. That fell in surrender from the tree above me. Change within, and live without. Don’t fight the cold. Frost, its glistening sparkling. Seeking you in the crowd. The thoughts that trap you. Expand without the shackles. Constricting the freshness within you,. Let the old leaves wither,. Allow winters to bare you. My heart stretches to a branch in the majestic tree above. While I am swinging.
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rainbows | readingrumi
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October 30, 2014 · 3:17 am. 8220;when you show yourself to the woman you love”. She sees her own eyes in yours,. Mountains, and hills and paths. You walked upon together, hand in hand. You love her,. Because you smell in her hair everything you wished. Would wrap its warm,. Canopy and spill over you,. Rising and falling with your breath. Of love, you love her,. And she aches to be quenched by. Tears and sweat rolling on her . Whisper to me everything,. See in me everything that is,. On a piece of paper.
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March | 2015 | readingrumi
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Monthly Archives: March 2015. March 31, 2015 · 2:39 am. The breathe escapes from within, revolts and revolves. Around a body, colored and decorated. And wrapped in shrouds. Circling within , holding in pain. A body burdened , a mind entrapped. The breathe rises and falls. Rivers murky, with stomping feet. Amber Where does pain go after I’ve forgotten? Around my body, circles with the breathe, rhythmically flowing from my chest,. Floating, like a paper boat in a hidden creek in our backyard. O at the Edges.
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August | 2015 | readingrumi
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Monthly Archives: August 2015. August 20, 2015 · 9:40 pm. It comes from anxiety sometimes. But mostly from a well, inspired by God himself. Like a cloud ephemeral, pregnant, loving, tender, watchful. Like a boat floating, it comes from joy, from hope,. From life, from torrents. Underneath boats , it is there, i feel it in my chest, it’s nodding me:. Hey, you’re alive still, that’s great. you’re here. be beautiful. shine. Grow like a plant on a distant corner, do your thing away from eyes,. O at the Edges.
