His Beauty (5/21/17)
I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved,
tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.”
The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved,
I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.”
Rubailer, Page 337, Rubai #1
I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble
when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. Continue reading
Union and Separation (9/11/16)
There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love’s murmur.
There is nothing remaining in my soul–no reason, no thought–
only the sweetness of Eternity.
The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors.
Now, it can’t remember its past.
Rubailer, Page 164, Rubai #2
Who Knows God? (4/30/17)
In His eyes, both worlds resemble a piece of grain in front of a rooster.
The eye that has seen Greatness is like that. Continue reading
Gamble with Your Life (4/23/17)
Gamble with your life. Take every chance you can.
You can’t reach His union by talking.
They don’t serve milk to drunks by the glass of Sharia.*
In the place where wine is served, they pour it only to those
who have undressed from the “self.”
Not even a drop is given to those who worship themselves.
*Sharia – Moral code and religious law associated with Islam.
Rubailer, Page 161, Rubai #4
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. Continue reading
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.
Rubailer, Page 24, Rubai #4
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. Continue reading
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 330, Rubai #1
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. Continue reading