I saw Rumi spinning verses in the early morning hours, one arm wrapped around the pillar, his free hand tracing outlines of angels in the air songs with the power to intoxicate prophets longing for the Beloved whose absence fills the world invisible odes built of breath like God could kiss your lips and transmit words that ride on waves of how it feels when youâ€™re together. - Drew Dellinger
Sufism: An Inquiry Vol XVI, No. 1
A journal for people of the heart.