Love passes with the hope of tomorrow, finishes needlessly with fights and struggles. Assume your life is the day which you are living right now. See how you spend it with all of your schemes and empty projects. (more…)
Like every other day, we are desperately in Love today. Don't open the door of thought. Play the rebab whose sound makes us forget everything. There are a hundred different prayers for the one whose alter is the face of the Beloved. Rubailer (2016), Rubia #4, page 46.
Absence in Nothingness is my religion. Annihilation from existence is what I worship. I run towards the side of the Beloved with my feet, but the green horse of the firmament is under my saddle. In one breath, I leave hundreds of planets behind me. Then, I turn...
He is inside and outside of my heart. He is the soul of my body. He is my blood and my veins. How could faith or heresy fit here? I am absent. He is all of my existence. Rubailer (2016), page 68, Rubai #4