Weekly Poems

A Sign of Ungratefulness (11/28/2021) There is a sea which is not far from us. It is unseen, but it is not hidden. It is forbidden to talk about. Yet, at the same time, it is a sin and a sign of ungratefulness not to. Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal More...

Not Even a Small Part of This Comes from the Sky (11/21/2021) Is there a lip from which the smell of soul isn’t coming right now? Is there a particle of the heart in which a trace of Him doesn’t reside?   If there are no provisions coming from that More...

Crying and Wailing (11/14/2021) O One who kneaded my hands and feet from mud and gave senses and mind to my body, O Moon, enlighten my eyes and heart. Take me into Your arms. My soul, which chews Your sugar, is crying and wailing for You. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, More...

Celebration, Joy and Pleasure (11/7/2021) Come, O Sufis. Come today. Yes, there is celebration, joy and pleasure today.   Come. The door to exit these six dimensions is being opened. A dust has risen from the bottom of the sea.   Come. Every head, every mind is being filled with More...

The Sun Rose (10/31/2021) When the enemy heard about the Sun of Absence, he made plans to cut it down. That Sun rose, sat and watched. The enemy looked everywhere, but could not see Him. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 351. The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Rubai 757, More...

It Brings Guilt (10/24/2021) Your greatness cannot be contained in souls. You are beyond comprehension and imagination.   My mind doesn’t understand without You. My hand doesn’t reach anywhere if You are not in my arms and wings.   It is a big favor to grant our wishes. In fact, More...

The End of My Story (10/17/2021) Once I was a child and followed teachers. Next, I was content watching the faces of my friends. But, see what happened at the end of my story: I came like a cloud and left with the wind. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 2, page 351. More...

Mere Form and Flesh (10/10/2021) How can you know the design of the Designer, the paint of the Painter? You are mere form and flesh. How could you possibly know Soul?   You don’t even hear the sound of the drum. How could you see the signs of the hidden More...

Not Like Your Halfway Happiness (10/3/2021) We have neither silk garments nor silver, but we are happy. In trouble and fear, we are content. We are drunk on the wine of eternal submission. This is not like your halfway happiness. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 343 The Rubaiyat of Rumi, More...

This Heart (9/26/2021) O One who takes the hearts of lovers as hostage, don’t shed the blood of lovers.Go away.   Look at the traces of blood on every road. Hear the bloody yells everywhere.   I said to this  heart, “See His club?” If you are a ball, follow More...