Weekly Poems

When I Suffer (2/21/2021) I rejoice when I suffer. I flourish when I am ruined. I look quiet and silent like the earth, but my wailing reaches the sky like thunder. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 294. More...

I Will Rise (2/14/2021) I am not the kind of lion which fights with the enemy. I fight with my self. That’s enough for me.   I have become dirt for Love’s feet, but am settled in the knowledge that I will rise from the ground like a rose, like More...

A Shining Star Has Appeared (2/7/2021) I have been dissolved in the sea of purity like salt. There is no belief, no heresy left in me. Neither certainty nor doubt remains. A shining star has appeared in my heart. Even the seven levels of sky have disappeared into that star. More...

“Yes, that is me.” (1/31/2021) It comes to me that I am out of this world today. It comes to me that today, I am hidden from my self.   I grabbed the knife and cut off my existence. Now, I don’t belong to me or anyone else.   I More...

Scared (1/17/2021) I have traveled from town to town, but I haven’t seen any city like the city of Love.   At the beginning, I didn’t appreciate the value of that city, and because of my ignorance, I suffered much in exile.   I left that land of sugar cane More...

These Uproars (1/10/2021) We are being carried away by our desire to see the face of that Sultan. We are submerged like fish in His Love, His sea of eternal life. Dawn has broken. Morning has come. We are upset by these uproars, this untimely morning. We are begging for More...

The Light Calling Out (1/3/2021) I don’t know how I became annihilated from that wine. I don’t know where I am because of the beauty of placelessness.   Once I was at the bottom of the sea. but then I rose like the sun.   Sometimes I made the Earth More...

All Hearts Tremble (12/27/2020) While the Beloved looks on from behind the curtain, the world’s face changes from one color to another. All hearts tremble. Nine levels of the sky are as confused and amazed as we are all because of His Love. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 285.   More...

That World (12/20/2020) The shouts of the drunk are coming from the heavens. That drunk is coming with yells and cries and screams. The soul and the world have become exuberant thanks to all such clamor. They both are coming from that World. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 171. More...

From the Breath of Love (12/13/2020) I come slowly like water under straw and carry away the mountain as if it were a piece of straw.   I drip from the gutter, drop by drop. But, like a flood, I pick up and carry away hundreds of palaces.   I More...