Weekly Poems

The Summit of His Sorrow (3/17/19) Nothing, not even rose or basil had helped me. I said to myself, “Be silent. His bow doesn’t match my shield.” Then, I was shot from that bow like a three-winged arrow. Even so, I reached the summit of His sorrow without the help More...

The Waves Become Exuberant (3/10/19) Our heart feels good today, because You drank its blood yesterday. May it do You good.       You showed Your moon face yesterday. Yet today, You manifest in thousands of shapes and hide Yourself in thousands of covers.   Our heart prostrates in More...

Words’ Ship (3/3/19) You have said so many times, “I have given up words. I prefer silence.” Yet, you turn around words, so much so that you have turned into talk. You sail with words’ ship on the sea of thought, that sea which you have not renounced and which words’ ship More...

From the End to the Beginning (2/24/19) We are brave, insolent revolutionaries who play with our own lives.   It is a pity that this muddy flesh is the peer of our pure, clean soul.   Everyone goes from the beginning to the end. Yet, we go from the end More...

The Beyond (2/17/19) Some people tell stories about the Beyond. Some expect help from the Beyond. Souls keep running out of bodies secretly, looking for the Beyond. Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222. More...

Our Voices and Screams (2/10/19) We have gone. Best wishes to the rest. Those born here on this planet always die here.   The One who lives above knows that falling rock will surely hit the ground.   Don’t be so angry. Relax. On the Earth, masters and pupils are More...

Slave and Servant (2/3/19) I am drunk with the wine that Love has engraved on His glass. I ride a horse. Its reins are Love. Falling in Love with my moon-faced Beloved is great, but I am a slave and servant to the One who made Love a slave-servant to More...

I am Happy on this Journey (1/27/19) I have gone, so one less headache in this world. I am free from suspense. I have saved my soul.   I said goodbye to the ones I hang out with. Then, I carried my soul to the land where a trace never More...

Your Sun (1/20/19) My God, the thing this poor soul wants from You is something for which not even sultans would dare ask. Every particle is happy in the sunshine, but every one of them is still distant from Your sun. And, this penniless beggar wants to have Your sun. More...

Don’t Even Think of “Two” (1/13/19) I am such a lover that I have given up the road and everything that exists on the road, because the only companion of the lover is that exalted one person who has no beginning of the beginning.   The one whose friend is More...