Man’s heart is like a candle: It should be lit and shine.
There is a void in man’s soul because of his being separated from the Beloved. That void needs to be repaired.
Know, O ignorant one who understands none of what makes or breaks a heart, who neither smiles nor cries,
Love isn’t knowledge to be learned, but something to be encountered,
Rubailer, Page 449, Rubai #2
If you are in love with Me, I will make you utterly confused.
Hear this well.
Don’t do too much, because in the end, I will destroy you.
Hear this well. Continue reading “Hear This Well (1/7/18)”
The best journey for me is the journey from existence to Absence.
Existence is the curtain that hides the land of Absence.
Existence is like water. Absence is the sweet sea.
When clean, pure water stays in ponds,
it turns into a swamp, becomes turbid, fetid. Continue reading “The Difference Becomes Obvious (12/10/17)”
You are the nightingale of the garden meadows.
But, with the grace of God, you can become the garden,
the meadow and wind, even hundreds of nightingales. Continue reading “A Bridge (3/19/17)”
We are the hidden treasure of this muddy world.
We are the owner of the land of Eternity.
Once we pass through the darkness of this mud,
We are Hizir* and the Fountain of Life.
*Legendary Godsend who attained immortality by drinking from the water of life; comes to aid in a critical moment.
Rubailer, Page 301, Rubai #2
If Love has the desire to embrace and kiss someone,
who could resist, my friend, who could?
When the Sultan goes hunting, the place where He hunts smiles.
But, when the Sultan becomes the hunt, what can you say to that? Continue reading “The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17)”
If you start the journey, they will open the road for you.
If you annihilate yourself, they will carry you to Absence.
If you humble yourself, they will grow you greater than the Universe.
If you become nothing, they will show you without you.
Rubailer, Page 205, Rubai #2
Rise, O lovers. Let us all ascend to the sky.
We have seen this earth. Let us see the other one.
No, no. Both gardens are beautiful and nice.
Let us give up both of them and go to the Gardener.
Life is short. Breaths are numbered. Yet, Love lasts forever.
We stretched our legs and laid down under the shade of the heart,
Watching the plain of Love extending in front of us.
Who cares if there are hundreds of days of resurrection on that plain?
Rubailer, Page 241, Rubai #3
The one who ties the untied knot again
Is laughing at himself as well as the world.
They talk about union and separation.
But, one cannot be united until he is separated.
Rubailer, Page 226, Rubai #2