Unspoken Word
August 29, 2017
The Ecstatic Wound of Longing

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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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