Desert Wisdom

by Neil Douglas-Klotz

The Past Flies Away

“The past flies away, coming months and years do not exist:
Only the pinprick of this moment belongs to us.
We decorate this speck of a moment—time—
by calling it a flowing river or a stream.
But often I find myself alone in a desert wilderness,
straining to catch the faint echo of unfamiliar sounds.”
—The Secret Rose Garden
by Sufi poet Mahmud Shabistari, thirteenth century

Every part of the . . .


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