Rumi poetry – do yoga! with deb

Sour, Doughy, Raw and Numb

This beautiful poem is taken from ‘A year with Rumi’. If we are not together in the heart, What’s the point? When body and soul are not dancing, there is no pleasure in colourful clothing. Why have cooking pans if there is no food in the house? In this world full of fresh bread, amber,Continue reading “Sour, Doughy, Raw and Numb”