The mind is a bondage to lovers and the ones on the journey, O son. The road is clear, obvious if you break your ties, O son. The mind is an impediment. The heart is a deception. The soul is a curtain. The body is coarse. The road is hidden because...
Come to your senses, O body made of clay. Don’t talk about the Earth. Don’t talk about anything but that pure, clean mirror. The One who created it left His attribute in your heart. Don’t talk about anything but that attribute. Rubailer, Page 375, Rubai #2
Before wine, the vineyard or the grape ever existed in this world, our soul was drunk with everlasting wine, with God’s wine. Before this hide and seek, before Mansur* said that secret word, made that subtle point, we kept saying, “I am God,” in the Baghdad of this world. (more…)
I asked, “O shining Beauty, where is Your house?” He answered, “In your broken heart. I am the sun, shining into the ruins. O Love’s drunk, destroy your heart. Then, it will become My palace.” Rubailer, Page 373, Rubai #1
Love is not knowledge or superiority. Love is not in books or papers. The words of people are mere gossip. Love is not like that. (more…)