Only a Fool Says… (9/2/18)
Union with God cannot be achieved
until a person completely annihilates his self.
Such a union is not the merging of two to make one.
Union is your total annihilation.
Absurdity doesn’t turn falsehood into Truth.
Only a fool says, “Everything is God.”
Rubailer (2016), Page 179, Rubai #2
The Untied Knot (7/22/18)
The one who ties the untied knot again
is laughing at himself as well as the world.
They talk about union and separation.
But, one cannot be united until he is separated.
Rubailer (2016), Page 246, Rubai #3
Our Jar Cannot Take Any More (4/15/18)
People were born from the Sea of Soul like water birds.
How do those birds which come from the sea make this place their home?
We are engulfed by the soul’s sea with every breath we take.
If it were not so, why do the waves come one after the other from the Sea of Heart? Continue reading
Eternal Sovereignty Has Come (4/1/18)
Blasphemy is dressed in black. Divine light has come.
They are beating the drum of immortality. Eternal sovereignty has come.
The Earth has become green. The sky has torn its cuff and collar.
The Moon has split in half once more. Pure soul has come. Continue reading
Break the Glass of Duality (3/18/18)
Thanks to Union, my soul and your soul have become one.
These souls are exactly the same, so nothing should remain but the one.
Because of bad habits, our souls were born from wind’s fire,
then started blowing in our heads. Continue reading
That Makes the Garden Smile (1/31/17)
We are in a season that is as auspicious as the Beloved’s Union.
The candle of the soul wakes up when the body dies.
When lightning strikes, the clouds start crying.
That makes the garden smile.
Rubailer, Page 389, 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
I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble
when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. Continue reading
Grief Is Dead (4/16/17)
Watch death. How does it come back to life?
Look at how the free cypress has become a slave, a servant.
Watch and see how these loose, decayed boxes and coffins
are filled with soul, with Love and knowledge. Continue reading
A Slave (3/26/17)
Do you think that I am my own master?
That I control myself for even one moment?
Like a pen, I depend on the One who writes with me.
Like a ball, I am a slave of the Master who hits me with His club.
Rubailer, Page 330, Rubai #1