Although you are a slave behind this curtain,
Once you get out, you will be a Sultan.
Love’s water, the Fountain of Life, says,
“Die here. Then, you will become immortal.”
Rubailer, Page 393, Rubai #2
Although you are a slave behind this curtain,
Once you get out, you will be a Sultan.
Love’s water, the Fountain of Life, says,
“Die here. Then, you will become immortal.”
Rubailer, Page 393, Rubai #2
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)”
There is nothing remaining in my ears but Love’s murmur.
There is nothing remaining in my soul – no reason, no thought – only the sweetness of Eternity.
The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors;
Now, it can’t even remember its past.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 164
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)”
Unless your soul has been intimate with this door for a long time,
Unless your heart has been filled with the pain and sorrows of Love,
You will never find a road to us from your self.
You should give up your self and come to us from us.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 163
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)”