More favorite poems by Rumi

       ~  Something opens your wings  ~

  Something makes bordom and hurt disapear 

          Someone fills the cup in front of us 

                We taste only sacredness 




                                         ~  Rumi ~ 12th century Visionary and poet





And another;


The morningwind spreads it's fresh smell.
      We must get up and take that in.
          that wind that lets us live.
           Breath before it's gone.



Dance, when your broken open.
Dance , if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting .
Dance in your blood.
Dance , when you're perfectly free.

Rumi