For so long I was mistaken. I tried to carry the load by myself. Now, the suitcase has strained my shoulder and fallen; cracking open- spilling its contents across the road. As I bend to gather-up my possessions, I stumble falling to the ground. Here I sit- tired and bruised. As I take inventory of…
Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow? – Rumi Part I Dave Fromtheblog : maybe if you would like we can get into some technical aspects of poetry rhymed verse verse versus free verse Sufism many poems are sung the rhymed versed and the musicality of…
