My Foundation, My Essence (4/2/2023)

O my Crescent of Eid,*

show Yourself, so that Eid sees the real Eid.

O my invisible moon-faced One, show Yourself.

Pull the ear of the moon.

 

O my existence, my Absence,

O my rage and my contentment, Continue reading “My Foundation, My Essence (4/2/2023)”

Someday (2/12/2023)

Someday (2/12/2023)

Someday this branch full of flowers will bear fruit.

Someday this falcon of desire will catch its prey.

Today His image appears and disappears.

But, the time will come when it will stay.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 440.

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx.pub. 11/2023), Rubai 937.

I Won’t Leave You in the Middle of the Road (1/8/2023)

I Won’t Leave You in the Middle of the Road (1/8/2023)

I came to grab you by the ear and drag you away.
I came to leave you without a heart, without a self.
I came to put you inside of My heart.

O rose sapling, I came to embrace you like a beautiful spring,
to scatter you here and there and everywhere.

I came to charm you in this palace,
to raise you above the sky like the prayers of lovers. Continue reading “I Won’t Leave You in the Middle of the Road (1/8/2023)”

Within You (1/1/2023)

Within You (1/1/2023)

You are a copy of the Divine Book.

You are the mirror of the Sultan’s art, beauty and power.

There is nothing in the universe beyond you.

Whatever you want, ask yourself to give it to you.

Whatever you are looking for, search for it within you.

Rubailer (2016), Rubai 2, page 441.

The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx.pub.7/2023), Rubai 924, volume 2.

1/1/2023

In a group meeting with Hasan Shushud back in the 1970’s, Jonathan Boulting related that this was one of the bits of wisdom Shushud shared, with the caveat that his English might need some reconsideration: GRIEF: Our contract with Eternity. Mr. Shushud spoke often about our inborn nostalgia, our longing “to go home,” our separation from our Essence… the source of true grief. Nevit Ergin referred constantly in his translations of Rumi’s poetry to “His sorrow.” When some begin the practice of fasting, they are able to begin to taste that sorrow, and it is one of the greatest gifts. Our self doesn’t want to feel it, which is its impetus for surrounding itself with an infinite number of distractions. As for the contract, it might be more of a promise that we made and need to keep. As Rumi says, “The purpose of Existence is to reach Absence.”

From Beyond Love (12/25/2022)

From Beyond Love (12/25/2022)

The fragrance of the rose garden and orchard is coming.

The fragrance of that tender-hearted Beloved is coming.

 

My Beloved has scattered so many pearls

that the sea is now up to my waist. Continue reading “From Beyond Love (12/25/2022)”