Tag Archives: Soul

It Should Be Lit (3/11/18)

It Should Be Lit (3/11/18)

Man’s heart is like a candle: It should be lit and shine.

There is a void in man’s soul because of his being separated from the Beloved. That void needs to be repaired.

Know, O ignorant one who understands none of what makes or breaks a heart, who neither smiles nor cries,

Love isn’t knowledge to be learned, but something to be encountered,

                                                 Rubailer, Page 449, Rubai #2


Don’t Worry (1/28/18)

Don’t Worry (1/28/18)

Once you become the friend of one whose heart is in God,

don’t pay attention to other people and their customs.

Your soul will fall in Love’s fire like your fate.

Don’t worry. Don’t run away.

Know this well:  From now on, you won’t fit in anywhere.

                                                  Rubailer, Page 424, Rubai #2

From the Coast of the Sea of Soul (12/24/17)

From the Coast of the Sea of Soul (12/24/17)

O lovers, may all your drinks do you good.

May this world become for you a sugar mine.


O lovers, the sounds of the best wishes have ascended to the Throne.

This caravan has gone beyond the Earth and heaven. Continue reading

Absence Is for Heroes (11/12/17)

Absence Is for Heroes (11/12/17)

Once more, we have given up our heart, mind and soul.

The Beloved has come. We will stay out of the way.


We have turned our back on existence.  Our direction is Absence.

We have found the One whose trace is unseen.

We have given up the trace. Continue reading

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

Bees Don’t Make His Honey (10/15/17)

Bees Don’t Make His Honey (10/15/17)

Before wine, the vineyard or the grape ever existed in this world,

our soul was drunk with everlasting wine, with God’s wine.


Before this hide and seek,

before Mansur* said that secret word, made that subtle point,

we kept saying, “I am God,” in the Baghdad of this world. Continue reading