poor poemless Tuesday
lost to a technological flurry
stuffed precariously into the silence

“Unless I accept my virtues, I most certainly will be overwhelmed by my faults" - Robert Coleman.

I said to my heart,
“How, my heart, can you be so crazy
As to swerve from the service
Of the one you bless?”

My heart replied,

“It is you who are mad to see me wrongly.

I am always in His service.
It is you that stray.” 

From A Year With Rumi

By Andrew Harvey

May you notice all shades of the truth