There is a sea which is not far from us. It is unseen, but it is not hidden. It is forbidden to talk about. Yet, at the same time, it is a sin and a sign of ungratefulness not to. Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 97, verse 1205, page 230.
Is there a lip from which the smell of soul isn't coming right now? Is there a particle of the heart in which a trace of Him doesn't reside? If there are no provisions coming from that famous table, why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? (more…)
O One who kneaded my hands and feet from mud and gave senses and mind to my body, O Moon, enlighten my eyes and heart. Take me into Your arms. My soul, which chews Your sugar, is crying and wailing for You. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 355. The Rubaiyat...
Come, O Sufis. Come today. Yes, there is celebration, joy and pleasure today. Come. The door to exit these six dimensions is being opened. A dust has risen from the bottom of the sea. (more…)