The Fish Way The ocean way is the fish wayof the watersouls of fish who die becoming the sea.Fish do not wait patiently for water. In this world full of shape,there you are with no form. You have made a universefrom a drop of my blood. Now I am confused.I...

We Three My love wanders the rooms, melodious,flute notes, plucked wires,full of a wine the magi drankon the way to Bethlemhem. We are three. The moon comesfrom its quiet corner, puts a pitcherof water down in the center.The circle of surface flames....

"at times, i would say i had self control. at times, i felt like a prisoner of myself. all that has passed: i am no longer captivated by myself. the lesson I took from this: Not to be taken by myself." Rumi Rubaiyat - 67