Jesus, son of Mary

In the fire of the Divine love, behold I saw a whole universe Each particle there possessed Jesus’ Breath. Maulana Rumi I suppose it’s fitting that today, on Easter Sunday, I decide to write about the Prophet Isa (peace be upon him) – or Jesus Christ. The man really needs no introduction and there are […]

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Come and be Love’s willing slave, for Love’s slavery will save you. Forsake the slavery of this world and take up Love’s sweet service. The free, the world enslaves, but to slaves Love grants freedom. – Maulana Rumi Despite being a major world religion, civilization, culture, and philosophy for over 1400 years, Islam in the […]

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The Wedding

No mirror ever became iron again; No bread ever became wheat; No ripened grape ever became sour fruit. Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse. Become the light. – Maulana Rumi We all have critical junctions in our lives. There are moments, people, places, experiences, or objects that shape us in […]

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Keeping Up with the Kardashians

Every man becomes the image of the God he adores. He whose worship is directed to a dead thing becomes dead. He who loves corruption rots. He who loves a shadow becomes, himself, a shadow. He who loves things that must perish lives in dread of their perishing. – Thomas Merton A few years ago, […]

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Loneliness is a painful part of the human condition. For all my friendships and all my bonds, nothing ever seems to cure it. Even when a friend, a sister, or a brother is only a word away – it always feels as though it wouldn’t be enough. I don’t always feel alone, but more and […]

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The Bhagavad Gita, part of an epic poem of India, a tale chock full of wisdom. Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows. – Rumi If you would, for a moment, think back to the ideas that I presented in my post […]

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Cocaine, Sugar, & Milk

              I recently discovered this poem I wrote when I was 18. Back then I was a lot angrier, a lot more confused, politically-inclined, and clinging to one ideology after another. My interest in poetry has slowly begun to reinvigorate, so I’m reaching into my own past for a […]

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