Ask me about the essence of insanity on the way of Love.
Ask me about the soul that is gone and lost, about the mind turned upside down.
Ask me about the days filled with hundreds of events.
Ask me about the deserts burned by the fire of blood.
Rubailer, Page 388, Rubai #1
I asked, “O shining Beauty, where is Your house?”
He answered, “In your broken heart.
I am the sun, shining into the ruins.
O Love’s drunk, destroy your heart.
Then, it will become My palace.”
Rubailer, Page 373, Rubai #1
For all troubles, there are remedies in Love.
Love is a cloud which carries a hundred thousand lightnings.
An ocean is formed by the Grace of Love inside of me,
and the whole Universe is drowned into it.
Rubailer, Page 370, Rubai #4
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)”
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)”
You are the light of my heart, the peace and comfort of my soul.
You create troubles and, at the same time, You are the trouble.
They ask me, “Where are the signs, the evidence of the Beloved?”
But, the lack of signs and evidence is the sign and evidence of the Beloved.
Rubailer, Page 358, Rubai #1
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)”
I am not the man you think you know, you think you see.
Even if you could see, you wouldn’t recognize me.
You are unable to see anything but images,
because you are asleep, confused.
One has to be alone on the way of imploring.
One has to look for and embrace trouble.
It is not bravery to run towards Union.
One has to be brave on the day of separation.
Rubailer, Page 343, Rubai #3
If you don’t know me,
ask the dark night about me;
the night is the confidant of lovers
and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. Continue reading ““Thanks to God,” You Say (5/28/17)”