The Difference Becomes Becomes Obvious (12/12/17)
The best journey for me is the journey from existence to Absence.
Existence is the curtain that hides the land of Absence.
Existence is like water. Absence is the sweet sea.
When clean, pure water stays in ponds,
it turns into a swamp, becomes turbid, fetid. Continue reading
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
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
Your Qibla (9/24/17)
Even if sugar envies your sweet smile,
Even if sultans are your slaves and servants,
if you make this rotten world your Qibla,*
you are dead, and people are licking your corpse.
*Qibla Direction of prayer.
Rubailer, Page 371, Rubai #4
Non-Existence Appeared Like Existence (9/17/17)
When I desired Union, when I burned with fire,
I went to Mount Sinai, like Moses.
There, I saw a sultan, the Sultan of sultans,
a charmer who attracts the heart, who adds Soul to souls. Continue reading
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)
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)
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)
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)
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