The Dust Raised Up by Words (11/4/18)

The Dust Raised Up by Words (11/4/18)

Don’t give water to me. I want to be Your thirsty one.

Make me Your lover. Take away my sleep.

 

O One whose beautiful image has become the Mihrab* for me,

I will keep doing Namaz** every day and night. Continue reading “The Dust Raised Up by Words (11/4/18)”

Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)

Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)

The words which come from the soul are a curtain to the soul.

The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the pearls of that sea.

 

It is a great task to get involved in philosophical discourses.

But, the explanation is the curtain to the Sun of the Truth. Continue reading “Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)”

Suffering and the Cure (7/1/18)

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Suffering and the Cure (7/1/18)

Who is the one who is not a servant, a slave of Your order?

Who is the one who is not drunk after seeing Your face?

 

Show me someone who is in trouble whose trouble is not Yours.

Or, show me a joy which has been created without Your hope. Continue reading “Suffering and the Cure (7/1/18)”