A Year With Hafiz

My Farewell I sat around a fire and thought  - of you.  Take your greatest moment of pleasure, and multiply that by a millionfold...

A River Understands I think a river understands me, I used to know my name, and now I don't.  For what does a river call itself ...

In a Handful of God Poetry reveals that there is no empty space. When your truth forsakes its shyness, when your fears surrender...

These Candles, Our Bodies These candles, our bodies, see how they burn. How many hours will they last – days, months, years? Look at th...