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)”
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)”
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt.
He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me.
I want peace from You. understanding and union.
You showed me a sign, said something about peace yesterday. Continue reading “Prayer for Peace (11/29/15)”
Wines have been offered from the Sun of happiness to me.
The cells of my body have become a knob on the door of the tavern.
Come, watch the face of our Sun; that face is the Garden of Eden.
Stay in the shade of His hair which is divided in the middle;
That shade is heaven. Continue reading “Beyond Existence and Absence (11/22/15)”
Understand this well:
The work of the mind belongs in the basement.
Even if the mind becomes Plato in knowledge,
It still remains outside of the palace.
The mind is a road block on the journey, O son.
The road is wide open; untie this bond, tear it, O son.
Your kindness comes after sorrow, every time, every moment.
Otherwise, no one could withstand this suffering.
O torch for night passengers!
O chain for crazy lovers!
O direction of prayer for everyone!
O my Caravan Master!