Breath

On a train ride from Delhi to Calcutta an Englishman spotted the sage and poet Rumi standing by a window holding a pouch throwing dust out the window.</p> <p>'What are you doing?' he asked Rumi.</p><p>'You see this pouch of mine' Rumi said. 'This pouch has magical dust powders with these magical dust powders I am making sure no tigers attack our train.'</p><p>The Englishman look out the window at the beautiful terrain before him but he could not see any tigers. 'but there are no tigers out here' he said.</p><p>It's some powerful stuff I have here Rumi smiled.</p><p>Within these pages lie magical dust characters in the forms of stories personal encounters practices and insights.</p><p>There are no tigers.</p> <p>At least not in the book.</p>