Je viens comme un pécheur vers son Dieu Je viens comme un martyr vers le feu Je viens comme un fou vers sa folie Comme un nouveau-né qui veut la vie I am here writing again after a long silence. On the one hand many things have happened possible worthy of mention, but yet…
Hey Friends, Rebecca left me a cool comment that got me thinking, and if you talk to my wife that doesnt happen too often. lol Here is what I came up with after a week of contemplating these followign words Hmmmm I thought peace meant clarity of mind, nirvana being enlightenment, I imagine a hue…
Hello Friends, A friend of mine sent me a Rumi poem, and it jsut so happened to be jsut the thing I needed to hear, at that time when I read it. Here is to the alchemy continuing with you who read this. Ask ile, Dave The silence is worth More than a thousand lives, This freedom…
Hello Friends, The last two weeks have been one of the most painful fulfilling and great weeks of my life. In the face of great pain and adversity, I felt myself wake up to life. Sometimes in great sickness the human tool box of senses get enhanced, however this was not the case, my psychic…
Here we are all of us; in a dream-caravan. A caravan, but a dream – a dream, but a caravan And we know which are the dreams Therein lies the hope. Our Teacher Bahaudin, El Shah That quote is in the first or second page of Idries Shah’s Caravan of Dream. The book…
“Men travel side by side for years, each locked up in his own silence or exchanging those words which carry no freight – till danger comes then they stand shoulder to shoulder. They discover that they belong to the same family. They wax and bloom in the recognition of fellow human beings. They look at…
