Archive for Soul

You Sweep the Floor

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , on November 3, 2017 by Mj Rains

The lord of beauty enters the soul
as a man walks into an orchard
in Spring.
Come into me
that way again!
Light the lamp
in the eye of Joseph. Cure Jacob’s
sadness. Though you never left,
come and sit down here and ask,
“Why are you so confused?”

Like a fresh idea in an artist’s mind,
you fashion things before they come into being.

You sweep the floor like the man
who keeps the doorway.
When you brush
a form clean, it becomes
what it truly is.

~from, You Sweep the Floor, by Rumi

Image: Hugh Dancy

Beautiful thoughts…

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , on October 22, 2017 by Mj Rains

Beautiful thoughts build a beautiful soul.

If we focus on what’s ugly, we attract more ugliness into our thoughts, and then into our emotions, and ultimately into our lives.

When Mother Teresa was asked, “What do you do every day in the streets of Calcutta at your mission?” she responded:

“Every day I see Jesus Christ in all of his distressing disguises.”

We have a choice in exactly what we see.

Source: The Power of Intention

Intoxicate my soul…

Posted in Celestial Objects with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 11, 2015 by Mj Rains


Devon Windsor by Dean Isidro for Vogue Mexico


Rachel Weisz by Tom Craig, Harper’s Bazaar



I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark thoughts but they need constant attention & one day I decided I had better things to do. ~ Brian Andreas  (Image by Ralph Mecke)



You intoxicate my soul with your eyes. ~ Billie Holiday



Images – Marion Cotillard by Ryan McGinley

+ the intoxicating Kit Harington and a perfect kitten…

No Swan Song…

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 23, 2015 by Mj Rains

no swanI have no swan song; words desert me now
That I have lost my youthful poet’s soul.
I have no will to sing one anyhow;
My heart’s as empty as a beggar’s bowl.
Such poor unhappy lines as I might pen
Cannot but show the dearth of feeling there,
As they fall flat and fizzle out again
And again, without their former flair.
And though they aptly show my poverty
Of spirit, passion, and creative fire,
This alone does not make poetry,
No more than ashes make a funeral pyre.

No Swan Song by Christopher Courtley,

From Thirteen Black Roses: Gothic Romantic Poetry

Some song, or something, through me…

Posted in Rumi with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 17, 2015 by Mj Rains

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!

~Rumi

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