here, pull up a chair

Thinking about this poem from Rumi today. The Guest House 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. Welcome and...

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in love that long

That is the title of a Rumi poem, from a book of translated poems called The Glance: Songs of Soul-Meeting. I gave the book to Ed, seven years ago on Valentine’s, because we have been “in love that long”. ¬†With...

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