Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And ho...

photo Martin Stranka  “All disciplines are fixations: discipline excludes everything, except the one thing that one wishes to conc...

art Mahmood Farshchian Life is continually weeding the garden of individuality Consumed in reverence of the exquisite exactness of...

Smash the jug; you’re the water, not the jug. Let go of yourself; you are the ocean, not the stream. Take a journey beyond your self;...

You’re my feet, You’re my hands, You are the essence of my intoxication. O’ drunken nightingale come to the garden. You’re my ears...

It speaks to me in the silence of this one then through the words of that one speaking; it whispers to me through an eyebrow raised an...

Some of us are like trees that grow with a spiral grain as if prepared for the path of  the spirit’s journey to the world of all soul...

  It’s the time of sama! Clap your hands happily! All who have escaped from self will get drunk tonight! It is God’s decree! Allah! ...