(Creative Non-Fiction, Fiction, Poetry, Metaphysical Musings, Occasional Humor and B.S.) featuring Guest Musicians, Poets, and Other Creators because variety is the spice of life.
One of my favorite short stories, "Good Neighbors," is now available at Amazon.com. A dark short story about neighbors helping neighbors deal with tricky family matters. Sometimes the best way to be a good neighbor is to turn your head.
[Tomorrow: A Heart Needs A Home]
You know how it is. Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another. ~~Rumi Five of my short stories are now available on Amazon Kindle. "Good Neighbors" is a dark tale about family issues and how being neighborly sometimes means keeping your nose in your own yard. Available <click here>. ~~GH [Tomorrow: ]
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art."
~~Rumi
It doesn't get much better than this -- one of my favorite (if not my favorite) poets [Rumi] combined with one of my favorite musicians [Richard Thompson]. Wow. Staggering combination.
I am a bird of God’s garden
and I do not belong to this dusty world
For a day or two they have put me here
in this cage of my own body
I did not come here of my own
I will not return of my own
to my own country..
Study me as much as you like, you will never know Me
for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, For I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, and more popularly in the English-speaking world simply as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. [Wikipedia]
Out beyond ideas of wrong and right, there is a field. I will meet you there.
The heart is the secret inside the secret.
The moment you accept what troubles you've been given, the door will open.
Love is the water of life, jump into this water.
I worship the moon. Tell me of the soft glow of a candle light and the sweetness of my moon.
Don’t talk about sorrow, tell me of that treasure, hidden if it is to you, then just remain silent.
Last night I lost my grip on reality and welcomed insanity. Love saw me and said, I showed up. Wipe your tears and be silent.
I said, O Love I am frightened, but it’s not you. Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. be silent.
I will whisper secrets in your ear just nod yes and be silent.
A soul moon appeared in the path of my heart. How precious is this journey.
I said, O Love what kind of moon is this? Love said to me, this is not for you to question. be silent.
I said, O Love what kind of face is this, angelic, or human? Love said to me, this is beyond anything that you know. Be silent.
I said, please reveal this to me I am dying in anticipation. Love said to me, that is where I want you: Always on the edge, be silent. You dwell in this hall of images and illusions, leave this house now and be silent.
I said, O Love, tell me this: Does the Lord know you are treating me this way? Love said to me, yes He does, just be totally… totally… silent
It's funny because I have been accused of being cold-hearted, unromantic, insensitive. I think my innate nature is warm, sentimental, romantic, and quite sensitive generously sprinkled with an analytical flavor. I just didn't exist in an environment that nurtured or promoted those qualities. Looking back over what resonates with me, I see a pattern of gentleness and love. I like it. It feels good to feel safe. And isn't this a most beautiful poem? ~~GH
I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.~ Rumi
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” ~~ Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~~Rumi
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.
Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you.
I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more” ~~ Rumi
“That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.” ~~Rumi