Tag Archives: Rumi

Meandering Without a Plan: Life Finds Me Wherever I go

Posted on July 28, 2024 by randomyriad

Keep Walking,  by Rumi, Translation by Coleman Barks Keep walking. Though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within. But don’t move the way fear makes you move. … Continue reading →

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2023 Graphic Journal Page #38: November 19 to November 25

Posted on November 26, 2023 by randomyriad

Stream of Reflection

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2023 Graphic Journal Page #37: November 6 to November 18

Posted on November 18, 2023 by randomyriad

Invitation

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Everything is Music

Posted on December 12, 2019 by randomyriad

Where Everything Is Music Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, … Continue reading →

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Set Your Life On Fire

Posted on June 7, 2019 by randomyriad

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames. Who gets up early to discover the moment the light begins? What was whispered to the rose to break it open last night was whispered to my heart. You’ve … Continue reading →

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