O my soul, behind the curtain of the soul, there is a secret world, a secret drinking.
Behind the curtain of Absence, there are hundreds of Josephs of Canaan. Continue reading “Hundreds of Lights from God’s Purse (5/1/16)”
O my soul, behind the curtain of the soul, there is a secret world, a secret drinking.
Behind the curtain of Absence, there are hundreds of Josephs of Canaan. Continue reading “Hundreds of Lights from God’s Purse (5/1/16)”
O sword of time, pull out from the sheath of space.
Dive into the sea like a fish.
Swim this endless sea of meanings. Continue reading “Do You Know What Love Is? (4/3/16)”
Even though You wear course woolen stuff, You are the King of Kings.
Even though You are hidden from eyes,
You are the fire in the soul, the remembrance in the heart. Continue reading “Thanks Are Getting Longer (3/20/16)”
Unless your soul has been intimate with this door for a long time,
Unless your heart has been filled with the pain and sorrows of Love,
You will never find a road to us from your self.
You should give up your self and come to us from us.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 163
A moth plunging into the fire told me, “Do the same.”
He was burning, fluttering his wings and telling me,
“Be like me.” Continue reading ““Be Like Me” (2/21/16)”
You are hiding your heart from me, pretending you don’t know anything about it.
You are mixing up words and all the letters of the alphabet as if you don’t know how to write. Continue reading “This Is a Gift for You (2/7/16)”
I want to boil the kettle of the soul, spread bloody foam.
I want to say the words of the two universes in one breath, in one effort. Continue reading “I Am Out of My Self (1/24/16)”
You and His trouble, O heart, that is enough for you.
If you have fallen into the trouble of Love, the soul becomes a servant and slave for you.
Once you drink a glass of wine from His hand,
You won’t give a dime for a thousand kingdoms.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #4, Page 413
O stone-hearted one, turn the soul into a sea full of pearls.
O, the hair of the Beloved looks like night;
Create dawn in the middle of the night. Continue reading “Dive for the Pearls (1/10/16)”
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt.
He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me.