Translation of Li Po’s Mountain Drinking Song. Rumi used wine as a metaphor for the ecstasy of God, and I like that it works here, too. Li Po was a poet’s poet: he famously drowned trying to drunkenly hug the reflection of the moon in a river

Math is the same way, if you’re a Platonist. It’s the interface between the physical and whatever ideal “world of forms” exists. Pythagoras made a cult from it but I think we’re more pragmatic about it nowadays. Poem by Rumi

In classic new years resolution, getting back into old hobbies i haven’t done in months. Rusty hand on a Alberto Caeiro poem. Rickety letters like twigs but it’s ok