Ashes come from burning.

I Always Get the Wrong End

Every stick has two ends.

A man is never the same for long. He is continually changing. He seldom remains the same even for half an hour.

No salt, no sugar.

Drowned Out By the Din of Life

February 28, 2016Scott ShermanPoetry, Rumi

You Can Never Have Too Much

February 28, 2016Scott ShermanPoetry, Rumi

This Wandering

February 28, 2016Scott ShermanPoetry, Rumi

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily Life is But a Dream

February 28, 2016Scott ShermanPoetry, Rumi

The Big Bowl

February 27, 2016Scott ShermanLao Tzu, Poetry

Non-Ado

February 27, 2016Scott ShermanLao Tzu, Poetry