The Pathless Path How can I not be a Sufi, How could they turn me away, When the Beloved walks the pathways, In the Secret Garden ...

When The violin Can forgive the past It starts singing. When the violin can stop worrying About the future You will become Such a drun...

art Mahmood Farshchian   Descending to the earth, that strange intoxicating beauty of the unseen world lurks in the elements of ...

There is something in the end there is no avoiding That is more present than breath, than self, than distraction More present than ...

Singing strings, vibrant wood, throbbing drums Whence comes the voice of the Beloved? Not from strings, not from wood, nor from d...

 When human beings meditate they sometimes close their eyes and feel this body - a flickering field of sensation a tingling, hot and c...

“Liberation consists in being free from the me. Understanding this is instantaneous, total, without return. It is a sudden opening to...