
Tonight, take my soul completely from this poor body.
Take it out, so I will have no name, no fame in this world. Continue reading “So That’s That (6/17/18)”
Tonight, take my soul completely from this poor body.
Take it out, so I will have no name, no fame in this world. Continue reading “So That’s That (6/17/18)”
“O Sultan of the Earth,” I said in the early dawn,
“I swear to God that there is no one who matches You.
No one is Your peer. Continue reading “The One Who Exists Is Not Me (5/20/18)”
I am Joseph of Canaan.
My face like the Moon is the witness to that,
although no one has asked for proof, for a witness from the Sun. Continue reading “There Is Always a New Day (3/4/18)”
Don’t be deceived when destiny raises you high.
Don’t brag, because before you are dropped by destiny,
you must first be raised. Continue reading “See Absence (2/18/18)”
O lovers, may all your drinks do you good.
May this world become for you a sugar mine.
O lovers, the sounds of the best wishes have ascended to the Throne.
This caravan has gone beyond the Earth and heaven. Continue reading “From the Coast of the Sea of Soul (12/24/17)”
The best journey for me is the journey from existence to Absence.
Existence is the curtain that hides the land of Absence.
Existence is like water. Absence is the sweet sea.
When clean, pure water stays in ponds,
it turns into a swamp, becomes turbid, fetid. Continue reading “The Difference Becomes Obvious (12/10/17)”
O my Life who adds Soul to my soul, lift the curtain.
O One who takes care of my grief, who is willing to stay with me all night long!
O One who hears my cries, timely and untimely!
O One who puts fire into every atom of my being! Continue reading “There is … No Remedy…Except You (11/26/17)”
Once more, we have given up our heart, mind and soul.
The Beloved has come. We will stay out of the way.
We have turned our back on existence. Our direction is Absence.
We have found the One whose trace is unseen.
We have given up the trace. Continue reading “Absence Is for Heroes (11/12/17)”
Before wine, the vineyard or the grape ever existed in this world,
our soul was drunk with everlasting wine, with God’s wine.
Before this hide and seek,
before Mansur* said that secret word, made that subtle point,
we kept saying, “I am God,” in the Baghdad of this world. Continue reading “Bees Don’t Make His Honey (10/15/17)”