Tag Archives: Existence

Once Love Comes to Talk (10/29/17)

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 coarse.

The road is hidden because of all this heaviness, O son. Continue reading

There Are Rose Gardens for Lovers (9/3/17)

The Rose Garden Inside of You (9/3/17)

There are rose gardens for lovers inside of those bloody fences.

There are so many other businesses for lovers thanks to the absolute beauty of Love.

 

The mind says, “There are six dimensions to the world of existence.

There is no road beyond those boundaries.”

Yet Love says, “Yes, there is. I have been back and forth many times. Continue reading

The Situation Is Not Like That (8/20/17)

The Situation Is Not Like That (8/20/17)

Between the darkness of sleep and the light of awakening,

in the dark of evening, I saw such a person!

 

He was a traveler with such a beautiful face, on his journey to the Holy Temple.

He was pure wisdom, the light of awareness. Continue reading

“You Are Not Mud. You Are This Gold.”(7/23/17)

“You Are Not Mud. You Are This Gold.” (7/23/17)

Don’t you see?

Thirst is telling water to go away. Hunger is turning its nose up at bread.

The tunnel is angry at the sun because it doesn’t want its light.

What a crazy, stupid, unfortunate situation this is. Continue reading

A Colorful Show (6/4/17)

A Colorful Show (6/4/17)

This is the time for war, O soul. Put on your arms.

It is getting late, O soul. Don’t hesitate.

This world is nothing but a colorful show, O soul,

with a cat-and-mouse fight on every corner.

Give it up, O soul. Give it up.

                                                     Rubailer, Page 342, Rubai #4

My Real Being (4/9/17)

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