When you are sober, the Beloved seems like a thorn to you. When you are drunk with God's wine, out of your self, the Beloved is a great help to you. When you are sober, you become prey to the fly. When you are drunk, even the elephant becomes game...
You are nothing but wet kindling Until you are cooked in the flames of your heart. Unless you rid yourself of the body’s cloak, The flames of Love cannot be your mentor. Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #3, Page 419
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt. He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me. (more…)
O one who is dying by trying to untie the knot you tied yourself, O one born in Union, you are dying in separation, O one who sleeps thirsty at the river bank, You are dying and begging at the side of a treasure. Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #1, Page 381