O One who, without a wine cup, gives to the soul
ecstasy even better than eternal drunkenness,
come, if for only one moment.
Give us our blessing,
that moment which has been cleaned of everything, including cleanness.
How long must we wait for that unique moment? Continue reading “How Long Must We Wait? (10/19/2025)”
O Love, You have cracked me into pieces
as if I am a false idol.
I’ll take you to the Judge.
Nobody asked me to be a witness.
I am a witness of my own accord. Continue reading “These are from You (10/5/2025)”
I am from the Soul who is the Soul of souls.
I am from the place which is of no place.
The way to that place has no end.
Walk there without head, without feet.
He is the head, and His are the feet.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1346, page 219.
This time, I really got involved with Love
and separated completely from devoutness.
I am no longer alive because of my heart.
I am alive with something else.
I burned my mind from the bottom up
and did the same with my heart and thoughts. Continue reading “The Fragrance without Words (7/20/2025)”
Go. Open the eye of your soul and look for lovers.
They’re like the heart
in an upside-down gathering,
an assembly that has no head, no feet. Continue reading “Parrots Eat Sugar (6/22/2025)”
You are invisible to me,
because these eyes can still see only shapes and colors.
Even so, I cannot take my heart away from You.
You are soul, my sweet soul.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1304, page 198.
One the Fire of the Heart blazes,
it burns the faithful as well as the unfaithful.
Once the Bird of Essence flies, all of existence disappears Continue reading “Drunk with the Wine of Eternity (5/25/2025)”
How long will I be suffering because of this donkey of a body?
It keeps asking constantly for straw and barley.
Yet in the sky, the galaxy of the Milky Way is full of nourishment.
A donkey can’t have a share of that glory.
It is the soul, that peerless one, who has a share of that kingdom.
You have seen the body. Now, look at the soul.
You have seen jewels. Now, look at the mine.
Meaning constantly says,
“Don’t dress me in those old clothes.”
Words are really nothing more than old shirts,
the kind of old shirts which everyone makes fun of.
I say, “O meaning, come.
Come in a form like the soul,
so that old shirts can become silk with soul’s light.”
Quit washing clothes, so no one will hear.
Don’t mind how others react or what they say.
This soul is tired.
This soul wants privacy, even from the angels who are close to God.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 45, verses 615-620, page 117.
O soul, do you know who your Beloved is?
O heart, do you know who your guest is?
O body which is using every trick to escape,
do you know who is pulling you?
Look and see. He is the one who is searching for you.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1252, page 172.
Every moment, this revelation come to hearts from the sky:
“How long do you intend to stay on the Earth like sediment? Ascend! Continue reading “If You Get Rid of the Smoke (3/2/2025)”