There is nothing remaining in my ears but Love’s murmur.
There is nothing remaining in my soul – no reason, no thought – only the sweetness of Eternity.
The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors;
Now, it can’t even remember its past.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 164
Even though You wear course woolen stuff, You are the King of Kings.
Even though You are hidden from eyes,
You are the fire in the soul, the remembrance in the heart. Continue reading “Thanks Are Getting Longer (3/20/16)”
When you fall in Love, you become crazy-insane;
You become tied to the chain of saints.
Today you are deprived of that chain,
Because you are immersed in life; you are sober today.
Rubailer, Rubai #1, Page 396
Wake up from sleep. Jump.
Look: A brand new morning is coming, dancing and tapping his feet, asking for friends.
The brand new morning is coming from the sky. Continue reading “How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)”