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August 23, 2017
These Two Zen Monks Don't Walk into a Bar

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August 18, 2017
Cruisin' With Rumi

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On a bone cold February afternoon, 23 miles from home, in a Japanese car leased three months ago, I listen to Rumi, 800 years gone from praising everything that breathed.

Lights are flashing everywhere, especially behind me, not white like those that lit up Rumi's eyes. No. More like red, the kind that signal stop and oops and maybe I should slow down and pull over.

Rumi, on the 5-CD changer, is completely unconcerned, his monologue of love making perfect sense, as I, poised, tribal, and whole, notice a large man of the law approaching and reach for my license -- not the poetic kind, but the other kind, the one with the photo no one shows their mother, even as the uniformed man standing tall by my door beckons me to roll down my window and announces, like a small town accountant wishing he was home for lunch with his wife, my speed, which, he informs me, was 20 over the limit, Rumi still holding forth beneath an ancient Persian moon.

He has kind eyes, my sudden companion for the moment in his well-pressed uniform, kind eyes and a smile that speaks of long winters keeping roads safe for travelers like me who, somehow, must have missed the sign about a mile back, veiled, as it was, by that old willow tree and the last few rays of light finding their way past the steepest hill in town, the one where all the kids go sledding, kids, as far as I can tell, who have never heard of Rumi, the officer of the law, or me.

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Rumi and Kabir bowling (in the HuffPost)

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August 16, 2017
My Pen Is a Butterfly Net

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August 13, 2017
I Pray at the Altar of Your Lips

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August 11, 2017
Centrifugal

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August 07, 2017
The Holiest of Prayers

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August 03, 2017
The World Is a Milkweed Pod

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August 02, 2017
The Great Mystery

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July 28, 2017
You Are the Water

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July 27, 2017
Looking

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July 25, 2017
The One Who Teaches from Within

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July 20, 2017
They Are Still Laughing

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July 15, 2017
What She Saw

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July 03, 2017
This Is How I Want to Love You

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June 25, 2017
One Breath at a Time

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June 14, 2017
Like an Old Mexican Woman

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June 11, 2017
The Pressure Is Off

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June 10, 2017
Rumi and Kabir Bowling

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Last year, as I understand it, Rumi was the best selling poet in the United States -- more than 800 years after he was alive. Kabir, too, is still being widely read -- as is Hafiz, Gibran, and a host of other ecstatic poets from times gone by. Many people assume these guys must have been praying, meditating, or fasting all day long. I don't think so. This next poem is an homage to Rumi and Kabir -- my fantasy of how the two of them might have spent an evening, in a bowling alley, knocking back some brewskis, if they were still with us today. PS: For maximum value, read this poem aloud, with some drama in your voice.

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June 09, 2017
Seek the One Beyond the Veil

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June 07, 2017
They Barely Looked

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