Between the darkness of sleep and the light of awakening,
in the dark of evening, I saw such a person!
He was a traveler with such a beautiful face, on his journey to the Holy Temple.
He was pure wisdom, the light of awareness. Continue reading “The Situation Is Not Like That (8/20/17)”
Don’t you see?
Thirst is telling water to go away. Hunger is turning its nose up at bread.
The tunnel is angry at the sun because it doesn’t want its light.
What a crazy, stupid, unfortunate situation this is. Continue reading ““You Are Not Mud. You Are This Gold.”(7/23/17)”
This is the time for war, O soul. Put on your arms.
It is getting late, O soul. Don’t hesitate.
This world is nothing but a colorful show, O soul,
with a cat-and-mouse fight on every corner.
Give it up, O soul. Give it up.
Rubailer, Page 342, Rubai #4
First, I learned about myself by imitating others.
Although I was aware of my existence, I didn’t comprehend my being.
Because I didn’t see, because I didn’t recognize myself, I was only hearing my name.
When I went out of myself, I saw my real being.
Rubailer, Page 24, Rubai #4
There is a place beyond faith and heresy
that is not for all the young and pretty ones who want to get there.
As the price,
one has to give up their life and sacrifice their heart.
Rubailer, Page 65, Rubai #3
Is there a lip from which the smell of Soul doesn’t come?
Is there a heart in which He doesn’t have a trace?
If there are no provisions coming from that famous table,
why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? Continue reading “Why Does Your Soul Keep Growing? (2/5/17)”
The words which come from Soul are a curtain to the soul.
The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the sea’s pearls. Continue reading “A Curtain to the Soul (1/8/17)”
How long will we be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time?
How long will we watch and sniff after existence?
I am tired of the materials and creatures of the present; it is time to see that Beauty of Beauties.
But, when I look at Him, I see my image. When I look at myself, I see His.
Rubailer, Page 296, Rubai #2
Fire leaned toward the ear of smoke and said secretly,
“He can’t do without me. Aloe wood really likes me. Continue reading “We Are Due to Try Absence (11/27/16)”
Absence is Essence; everything else is an attribute.
Absence is health; everything else is an illness.
This world is a big headache, a grand illusion.
Absence is the real treasure.
Rubailer, Page 257, Rubai #1