
O my soul, behind the curtain of the soul, there is a secret world, a secret drinking.
Behind the curtain of Absence, there are hundreds of Josephs of Canaan. Continue reading “Hundreds of Lights from God’s Purse (5/1/16)”
O my soul, behind the curtain of the soul, there is a secret world, a secret drinking.
Behind the curtain of Absence, there are hundreds of Josephs of Canaan. Continue reading “Hundreds of Lights from God’s Purse (5/1/16)”
You color yourself with the color of the community.
Taste the pleasure of the soul: Come to the neighborhood of our tavern
And watch the ones who drink heavy wine. Continue reading “Watch the Endless Heart (4/17/16)”
O sword of time, pull out from the sheath of space.
Dive into the sea like a fish.
Swim this endless sea of meanings. Continue reading “Do You Know What Love Is? (4/3/16)”
Even though You wear course woolen stuff, You are the King of Kings.
Even though You are hidden from eyes,
You are the fire in the soul, the remembrance in the heart. Continue reading “Thanks Are Getting Longer (3/20/16)”
Wake up from sleep. Jump.
Look: A brand new morning is coming, dancing and tapping his feet, asking for friends.
The brand new morning is coming from the sky. Continue reading “How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)”
A moth plunging into the fire told me, “Do the same.”
He was burning, fluttering his wings and telling me,
“Be like me.” Continue reading ““Be Like Me” (2/21/16)”
You are hiding your heart from me, pretending you don’t know anything about it.
You are mixing up words and all the letters of the alphabet as if you don’t know how to write. Continue reading “This Is a Gift for You (2/7/16)”
I want to boil the kettle of the soul, spread bloody foam.
I want to say the words of the two universes in one breath, in one effort. Continue reading “I Am Out of My Self (1/24/16)”
O stone-hearted one, turn the soul into a sea full of pearls.
O, the hair of the Beloved looks like night;
Create dawn in the middle of the night. Continue reading “Dive for the Pearls (1/10/16)”
When you are sober, the Beloved seems like a thorn to you.
When you are drunk with God’s wine, out of your self, the Beloved is a great help to you.
When you are sober, you become prey to the fly.
When you are drunk, even the elephant becomes game for you. Continue reading “When You are Drunk (12/27/15)”