January 2010
6 posts
I was at home and lonely, both in good measure. Until the sudden angel affrighted me—light effacing my feeble beam, a forest of torches, feathers of flame, sparks upflying: but the cows as before were calm, and nothing was burning, nothing but I, as that hand of fire touched my lips and scorched my tongue and pulled my voice into the ring of...
come let us adore him
Come, come whoever you are, wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving; ours is no caravan of despair. Though you’ve broken your vows a thousand times, still come, and yet again, come. -Rumi
