
When my soul becomes a mirror to the secrets,
I can remain silent, yet cannot help but to know them. Continue reading “Listen to My Straight Talk (6/26/2022)”
When my soul becomes a mirror to the secrets,
I can remain silent, yet cannot help but to know them. Continue reading “Listen to My Straight Talk (6/26/2022)”
Man makes plans and takes appropriate measures,
but he doesn’t know his fate.
Once God enters the scene,
all his plans and measures disappear.
Man thinks, but his sight is limited.
He uses all his cunning, but he is far from being Godly.
If he is successful when he takes two steps, he takes two more.
He has no idea in what direction God will pull him next.
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Don’t be ostentatious.
Yearn for the kingdom of Love.
Love is the One to save you from the angel of death.
Be silent. Choose a place. Settle down.
Wherever you choose, that King will set you up there.
You can be sure that all the people you see
are in the prison of death.
A prisoner cannot get you out of jail.
Enough!
How long are you going to flirt with the blind?
How long are you going to yell at the deaf?
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 20, Ghazal 25, verses 267-273, pages 51-52.
Even if your heart becomes tired and frustrated,
there is no way to get out of this journey. Continue reading “Pay Attention (5/29/2022)”
One cannot reflect our fire,
nor can one articulate the secrets of our heart.
Our early morning sighs are not confidants with whom we share our troubles,
nor is a friendly soul even to be found to hear those sighs.
We are not the pearl which has been found in the sea,
nor are we a sea which ever rests.
We are not the meaning which comes from words,
nor are we words which can be said.
Language is like a canal for meanings.
But, how could such a sea fit in this canal?
Every piece of the soul’s world makes a new world,
but such a new world could never fit in someone’s mouth.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 19, ghazal 269, verses 2756-2761, page 121.
O cupbearer, take some of the weight off of the drunks.
It’s hard to see anyone of value
who isn’t being crushed by troubles and worries.
O rose-faced, cypress-statured Beauty,
come to the rose garden.
You won’t find anything which gives better shade than the cypress. Continue reading “Like the Sun (5/1/2022”
Our heart and Love have both come
from behind hundreds of curtains,
They sit together, naked. Continue reading “My Gift to You (4/17/2022)”
You appear every day from that place
and carry water to the thirsty ones.
Every morning You offer light to the Earth.
You are the Soul to the soul of the Sun. Continue reading “So Sweet (3/20/2022)”
I pulled you out of the fire of lust, brought you here,
then threw you back into that fire, scattering you there.
You were born from My heart like these words.
Yet, you run, trying to escape. And, you reproach me. Continue reading “Generous and Merciful (3/6/2022)”
Where are you, O God’s martyrs,
O ones who looked for trouble in the Karbala* desert?
Where are you, O impatient lovers,
O ones who fly faster than the birds in the sky? Continue reading “Where Are You? (2/20/2022)”
Come. The door to exit the six dimensions is being opened.
A dust has risen from the bottom of that sea.
Come. Every head, every mind
has been filled with the fragrance
of the union of a soul and the One who gives souls. Continue reading “Come (2/6/2022)”