If they see breasts and long hair coming they call it woman, if beard and whiskers they call it man: but, look, the Self that hovers in between is neither man nor woman O Ramanatha
Green door what's that secret you're keepin'? Wish they'd let me in so I could find out what's behind the green door All I want to do is join the happy crowd behind the green door
Thank you for going to sooooooooooo much trouble to track down the entire citation. I'm deeply touched ... and will now always remember where I first heard this gem. 🙏🙏🙏
Beautiful photo and Rumi quote, Gina, and heartfelt personal sentiments too. Kindness and compassion are indeed incomparable ... and the Soul's greatest yearning.
One of my favourites out of your already prolific collection of verses and images. They frequently have me feeling that I'm being taken on a tightrope walk across Niagara Falls, backwards, blindfolded and wondrously disoriented!!!
Reminiscent of what happened to countless hapless returnees to Iraq in the immediate aftermath of the invasion. Palestinians are tragically being set up here to fail. 😓
The confidence of delivery is astounding, without making any concessions to more contemporary conceits or styles. I truly adore this image and feel profoundly grateful that you shared it today. 💝
