Don’t hide…

Don’t hide the candle

of your clarity. Stand up and burn

through the night, my prince.

Without your light

a great lion is held captive by a rabbit!

-Rumi, One Who Wraps Himself

Every morning a new arrival…

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.

– The Guest House, Rumi

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The Wit Continuum

Painting by Rothko

Some song, or something, through me…

Birdsong brings relief

to my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,

but with nothing to say!

Please, universal soul, practice

some song, or something, through me!


I am part of the beauty…


The Least Figure

I tried to think of some way to let my face become yours. “Could I whisper in your ear the dream I’ve had? You’re the only one I’ve told this to.”  You tilt you’re head, laughing, as if, “I know the trick you’re hatching, but go ahead.” 

I am an image you stitch with gold thread on tapestry, the least figure, a playful addition. 

But nothing you work on is dull. 

I am part of the beauty. 


No better love…


No better love than love with no object,

no more satisfying work than work with no purpose. 

If you could give up tricks and cleverness,

that would be the cleverest trick!