
We are in a season that is as auspicious as the Beloved’s Union.
The candle of the soul wakes up when the body dies.
When lightning strikes, the clouds start crying.
That makes the garden smile.
Rubailer, Page 389, Rubai #4
O my Life who adds Soul to my soul, lift the curtain.
O One who takes care of my grief, who is willing to stay with me all night long!
O One who hears my cries, timely and untimely!
O One who puts fire into every atom of my being! Continue reading “There is … No Remedy…Except You (11/26/17)”
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)”
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)”