People were born from the Sea of Soul like water birds.
How do those birds which come from the sea make this place their home?
We are engulfed by the soul’s sea with every breath we take.
If it were not so, why do the waves come one after the other from the Sea of Heart? Continue reading “Our Jar Cannot Take Any More (4/15/18)”
You are satisfied, but I haven’t had enough of this drink.
I am annihilated, but you are still alive.
The millstone turns and cries quietly
As long as water flows through the canal.
Rubailer, Page 432, Rubai #1
You will never taste ecstasy as long as you are sober.
You will never know the soul if you stay attached to your body.
You will never reach the Truth
unless you are annihilated like fire and water thrown together
on the way to the Beloved’s Love
Rubailer, Page 430, Rubai #4
I wish the bird of soul would fly only in the sky of Ecstasy,
because the soul’s candle doesn’t shine
in any palace except that one. Continue reading “O Ecstasy! (1/21/18)”
If you are in love with Me, I will make you utterly confused.
Hear this well.
Don’t do too much, because in the end, I will destroy you.
Hear this well. Continue reading “Hear This Well (1/7/18)”
We are in a season that is as auspicious as the Beloved’s Union.
The candle of the soul wakes up when the body dies.
When lightning strikes, the clouds start crying.
That makes the garden smile.
Rubailer, Page 389, Rubai #4
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)”
The mind is a bondage to lovers and the ones on the journey, O son.
The road is clear, obvious if you break your ties, O son.
The mind is an impediment. The heart is a deception.
The soul is a curtain. The body is coarse.
The road is hidden because of all this heaviness, O son. Continue reading “Once Love Comes to Talk (10/29/17)”
I asked, “O shining Beauty, where is Your house?”
He answered, “In your broken heart.
I am the sun, shining into the ruins.
O Love’s drunk, destroy your heart.
Then, it will become My palace.”
Rubailer, Page 373, Rubai #1
I am not the man you think you know, you think you see.
Even if you could see, you wouldn’t recognize me.
You are unable to see anything but images,
because you are asleep, confused.