
If I suffer through His love silently, He gets bored.
If I open my heart, jealous people fight with me.
If I protect the glass of my heart,
He says, “Are you ashamed of My love?”
Rubailer, Rubai #4, Page 205
Wines have been offered from the Sun of happiness to me.
The cells of my body have become a knob on the door of the tavern.
Come, watch the face of our Sun; that face is the Garden of Eden.
Stay in the shade of His hair which is divided in the middle;
That shade is heaven. Continue reading “Beyond Existence and Absence (11/22/15)”