The words which come from the soul are a curtain to the soul.
The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the pearls of that sea.
It is a great task to get involved in philosophical discourses.
But, the explanation is the curtain to the Sun of the Truth. Continue reading “Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)”
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)”
You excite this crowd every day
by erasing thousands of well-beings down below.
This is fate. It goes on as long as the wheel of fortune turns.
Please, be kind and generous to the souls of the poor.
Rubailer, Page 472, Rubai #3
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)”
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)”
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)”
Come to your senses, O body made of clay. Don’t talk about the Earth.
Don’t talk about anything but that pure, clean mirror.
The One who created it left His attribute in your heart.
Don’t talk about anything but that attribute.
Rubailer, Page 375, Rubai #2
Even if sugar envies your sweet smile,
Even if sultans are your slaves and servants,
if you make this rotten world your Qibla,*
you are dead, and people are licking your corpse.
*Qibla Direction of prayer.
Rubailer, Page 371, Rubai #4
When I desired Union, when I burned with fire,
I went to Mount Sinai, like Moses.
There, I saw a sultan, the Sultan of sultans,
a charmer who attracts the heart, who adds Soul to souls. Continue reading “Non-Existence Appeared Like Existence (9/17/17)”
There are rose gardens for lovers inside of those bloody fences.
There are so many other businesses for lovers thanks to the absolute beauty of Love.
The mind says, “There are six dimensions to the world of existence.
There is no road beyond those boundaries.”
Yet Love says, “Yes, there is. I have been back and forth many times. Continue reading “There Are Rose Gardens for Lovers (9/3/17)”