Weekly Poems

Absence Is for Heroes (11/12/17) Once more, we have given up our heart, mind and soul. The Beloved has come. We will stay out of the way.   We have turned our back on existence.  Our direction is Absence. We have found the One whose trace is unseen. We have More...

Ask Me… (11/5/17) Ask me about the essence of insanity on the way of Love. Ask me about the soul that is gone and lost, about the mind turned upside down. Ask me about the days filled with hundreds of events. Ask me about the deserts burned by the fire More...

Once Love Comes to Talk (10/29/17) The mind is a bondage to lovers and the ones on the journey, O son. The road is clear, obvious if you break your ties, O son.   The mind is an impediment. The heart is a deception. The soul is a curtain. The body is More...

That Pure Clean Mirror (10-22-17) Come to your senses, O body made of clay. Don’t talk about the Earth. Don’t talk about anything but that pure, clean mirror. The One who created it left His attribute in your heart. Don’t talk about anything but that attribute. Rubailer, Page 375, Rubai #2 More...

Bees Don’t Make His Honey (10/15/17) Before wine, the vineyard or the grape ever existed in this world, our soul was drunk with everlasting wine, with God’s wine.   Before this hide and seek, before Mansur* said that secret word, made that subtle point, we kept saying, “I am God,” in More...

My Palace (10/8/17) I asked, “O shining Beauty, where is Your house?” He answered, “In your broken heart. I am the sun, shining into the ruins. O Love’s drunk, destroy your heart. Then, it will become My palace.” Rubailer, Page 373, Rubai #1   More...

The Longing for You Is for You (10/1/17) Love is not knowledge or superiority. Love is not in books or papers. The words of people are mere gossip. Love is not like that.     Know this very well: The branches of Love are in the world of immortality. Its More...

Your Qibla (9/24/17) Even if sugar envies your sweet smile, Even if sultans are your slaves and servants, if you make this rotten world your Qibla,* you are dead, and people are licking your corpse. *Qibla Direction of prayer. Rubailer, Page 371, Rubai #4 More...

Non-Existence Appeared Like Existence (9/17/17) When I desired Union, when I burned with fire, I went to Mount Sinai, like Moses.   There, I saw a sultan, the Sultan of sultans, a charmer who attracts the heart, who adds Soul to souls.     Mount Sinai, the plains, the desert, all More...

For All Troubles (9/10/17) For all troubles, there are remedies in Love. Love is a cloud which carries a hundred thousand lightnings. An ocean is formed by the Grace of Love inside of me, and the whole Universe is drowned into it. Rubailer, Page 370, Rubai #4 More...