Once, high above a pasture, where a sheep and a lamb were grazing, an eagle was circling and gazing hungrily down upon the lamb. And
Drumsound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, “I know you’re tired, but come. This is the way.
“When the lips are closed, then the heart begins to speak; when the heart is silent, then the soul blazes up, bursting into flame, and
Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can’t go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of
One hot day, Nasiruddin Hodja was taking it easy in the shade of a walnut tree. After a time, he started eyeing speculatively, the huge
An anthropologist had been studying the habits and customs of a tribe in one of the African countries, and when he finished his work, had