Poems I Love

My worst habit… (Rumi’s poem)

Translation from the book        The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks. My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I'm with. If you're not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up. How to cure bad water? Send it back to… Continue reading My worst habit… (Rumi’s poem)

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