That divine gift, the Water of Life,
is invisible, concealed in this clay body.
The self has put a seal on your heart,
and Love stays imprisoned there.
Break the seal. Free Love. What are you afraid of?
There is a secret path in your heart.
Follow that path to find the Beloved.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1197, page 145.
Who are You that You envelope all of the world in my heart?
You are the epigram of the world.
I wonder which epigram is Your favorite! Continue reading “Hiding (6/2/2024)”
You are neither water nor earth. You are something else.
You are created from mud, but you are not mud.
You are beyond this muddy world.
You are on the journey to your Essence.
Your body is a riverbed. Your soul is the Water of Life.
But, as long as you stay with your self,
you will not know either one.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 450.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx.pub.Fall 2023), Rubai 963, Volume 3.
I am in love with Love.
Love is always with me.
My body is in love with my soul.
My soul is always with my body.
Sometimes I hug Love with my arms.
Sometimes Love hugs me.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 374.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (approx. pub. 5/2022), Rubai 823, volume 2.
O One who kneaded my hands and feet from mud
and gave senses and mind to my body,
O Moon, enlighten my eyes and heart.
Take me into Your arms.
My soul, which chews Your sugar, is crying and wailing for You.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 355.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (approx. pub. 5/2022), Rubai 762, Volume 2.
Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape?
When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. Continue reading “Who Is It? (5/3/2020)”
Come soon, so we can throw off the mantle of our body
and, in that moment, demolish and flatten the house of our existence. Continue reading “The Soul Keeps Flying (3/22/2020)”
O one who has been deceived by flesh, who doesn’t know His own essence, put your mind in your head.
The Beloved is inside of you.
Senses are the essence of the body. The essence of your senses is your soul.
If you go beyond body, senses and soul, everything is the Beloved.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 71.
He is inside and outside of my heart.
He is the soul of my body.
He is my blood and my veins.
How could faith or heresy fit here?
I am absent. He is all of my existence.
Rubailer (2016), page 68, Rubai #4
I yelled, “Where is that drunk heart going?”
The Sultan of sultans said,
“Be silent. He is coming to our side.” Continue reading “Leave Him Alone. Let Him Go. (8/26/18)”