We are the hidden treasure of this muddy world.
We are the owner of the land of Eternity.
Once we pass through the darkness of this mud,
We are Hizir* and the Fountain of Life.
*Legendary Godsend who attained immortality by drinking from the water of life; comes to aid in a critical moment.
Rubailer, Page 301, Rubai #2
If Love has the desire to embrace and kiss someone,
who could resist, my friend, who could?
When the Sultan goes hunting, the place where He hunts smiles.
But, when the Sultan becomes the hunt, what can you say to that? Continue reading “The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17)”
I asked an old wise mind secretly last night,
“Open to me the secret of this world.”
He lowered his voice and whispered in my ear,
“Be silent. It cannot be said. It can be understood only by the heart.”
Rubailer, Page 250, Rubai #3
The words which come from Soul are a curtain to the soul.
The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the sea’s pearls. Continue reading “A Curtain to the Soul (1/8/17)”
How long will we be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time?
How long will we watch and sniff after existence?
I am tired of the materials and creatures of the present; it is time to see that Beauty of Beauties.
But, when I look at Him, I see my image. When I look at myself, I see His.
Rubailer, Page 296, Rubai #2