The Tree of Contentment (12/3/17) The one who sees You with his heart becomes ecstatic. The ones who are lost in thought are blind. Hundreds of branches scatter roses and flowers to you from the Land of Absence. Why did you cut down the tree of contentment? Rubailer, Page 389, Rubai #2 More...
There is… No Remedy … Except You (11/26/17) O my Life who adds Soul to my soul, lift the curtain. O One who takes care of my grief, who is willing to stay with me all night long! O One who hears my cries, timely and untimely! O One More...
Only a Madman… (11/19/17)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
Only a Madman… (11/19/17) I said, “O Beloved, You are wine. I am the glass. I am a dead body, You are my soul. Come. Open, unlock the door of Your Kindness.” He answered, “Be silent. Only a madman keeps his door open all the time.” Rubailer, Page 390, Rubai #4 More...
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)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
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)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
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...