O my soul, they found a way to make sugar out of sugarcane. They learned how to weave silk from the matter of mulberry leaves. Be patient. Bitter grapes become halva with time. *halva Sweetmeats. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 157.
Come soon, so we can throw off the mantle of our body and, in that moment, demolish and flatten the house of our existence. (more…)
Fate is not a slave to our opinions, our thinking, our petty desires. Existence is a means to reach Absence. Our nanny is behind the curtain. In fact, we are not here. What you see is merely our shadow. Rubailer (2016), Page 130, Rubai #3.
Just now, ruby-colored tears have started seeping from my eyes. A sign has appeared from Love, yet a trace of Love's dust never appears. (more…)
I am a mountain. I am echoing the Beloved. I am a painting. That Beauty is my painter. Do you think all these words I say belong to me? No. They are the sound of the key turning in the lock. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 128.