Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color. 47 more words
There I was. Sitting in the car at a red light in the rain listening to the new Coldplay album and reading the liner notes between glimpses through the windshield, when I realised that I was listening to Coleman Barks reading his translation of a Rumi poem he calls… 723 more words