I said to the wanting-creature inside me: what is this river you want to cross? There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road...

art Taher Abdel Azeem  Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it. It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair win...

All that is known, or could ever be known, is experience. Struggle as we may with the implications of this statement, we cannot legiti...

The silence after a frenzied riot, After a terrible shooting fray, After the noise of neighbors quarrel, After a furious, explosive da...

THE IMPERSONAL LIFE I AM To you who read, I speak. To you, who, through long years and much running to and fro, have been eagerl...

Rumi wrote much about silence. Does that seem strange? Poets live with silence: the silence before the poem; the silence whence the po...

That self is empty like space; but it is not nothingness,  since it is consciousness.  It is: yet because it cannot be experienced ...

The Words of Old Tcheng first appeared in the French journal, Etre, in 1974. Where this text first originated and at what time are u...