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
A Bridge (3/19/17)
You are the nightingale of the garden meadows. But, with the grace of God, you can become the garden, the meadow and wind, even hundreds of nightingales. (more…)
The Price (3/12/17)
There is a place beyond faith and heresy that is not for all the young and pretty ones who want to get there. As the price, one has to give up their life and sacrifice their heart. Rubailer, Page 65, Rubai #3
“God Knows Best” (3/5/17)
I became the confidant of the One who set out to search. I became a friend of the One who settled down in the land of Glory. I saw a dome beyond the six dimensions. I turned into the floor, the dirt of that dome. (more…)