Weekly Poems

Grief Is Dead (4/16/17) Watch death. How does it come back to life? Look at how the free cypress has become a slave, a servant.   Watch and see how these loose, decayed boxes and coffins are filled with soul, with Love and knowledge.   That throat and mouth which More...

My Real Being (4/9/17) First, I learned about myself by imitating others. Although I was aware of my existence, I didn’t comprehend my being. Because I didn’t see, because I didn’t recognize myself, I was only hearing my name. When I went out of myself, I saw my real being.   More...

The Majesty, Power and Honor of Fasting (4/2/17) Close your mouth to bread. The sugar of fasting has come. You have seen the results of eating and drinking. Now let’s see the results of fasting.   That Sultan of a hundred countries has put a crown on your head. Quick, squeeze More...

A Slave (3/26/17) Do you think that I am my own master? That I control myself for even one moment? Like a pen, I depend on the One who writes with me. Like a ball, I am a slave of the Master who hits me with His club. Rubailer, Page More...

A Bridge (3/19/17) You are the nightingale of the garden meadows. But, with the grace of God, you can become the garden, the meadow and wind, even hundreds of nightingales.   Look at all these events, fights, retaliations in the world and see God. Look at the work of art More...

The Price (3/12/17) There is a place beyond faith and heresy that is not for all the young and pretty ones who want to get there. As the price, one has to give up their life and sacrifice their heart. Rubailer, Page 65, Rubai #3 More...

“God Knows Best” (3/5/17) I became the confidant of the One who set out to search. I became a friend of the One who settled down in the land of Glory.   I saw a dome beyond the six dimensions. I turned into the floor, the dirt of that dome. More...

We Are Drunk (2/26/17) We have neither silk garments nor silver, but we are happy. We are content after so much fear and trouble. We are drunk on the wine of Eternal submission. This is not like a human’s halfway happiness. Rubailer, Page 323, Rubai #4 More...

The Light of Soul’s Mirror (2/18/17) Look. Look at Me carefully. Know that I am a friend to you in your grave. When you are away from the house or store, I am the one who hangs around with you.     You hear My greeting in the grave, although More...

Our Exuberance (2/12/17) We keep turning like the sky with the Love of the Moon. Only God knows our business. Considering the things that happen in this world, we wonder how smart people can keep their minds in their heads. Yet, they wonder about our exuberance.         More...