Wake up from sleep. Jump.
Look: A brand new morning is coming, dancing and tapping his feet, asking for friends.
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You and His trouble, O heart, that is enough for you.
If you have fallen into the trouble of Love, the soul becomes a servant and slave for you.
Once you drink a glass of wine from His hand,
You won’t give a dime for a thousand kingdoms.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #4, Page 413
O stone-hearted one, turn the soul into a sea full of pearls.
O, the hair of the Beloved looks like night;
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When you are sober, the Beloved seems like a thorn to you.
When you are drunk with God’s wine, out of your self, the Beloved is a great help to you.
When you are sober, you become prey to the fly.
When you are drunk, even the elephant becomes game for you. Continue reading “When You are Drunk (12/27/15)”
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt.
He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me.
Your kindness comes after sorrow, every time, every moment.
Otherwise, no one could withstand this suffering.