Tiny Bits of Your Sorrow (3/1/2026) I listen to the melodies of Your sorrow in my soul. In fact, aren’t all souls just tiny bits of Your sorrow? They keep turning and shining by the light of Your sorrow, in the air of their longing for You. The Rubaiyat of More...
When You’re in Silence (2/22/2026) O my fast flyer, fly to the land of Absence. Don’t stay here on this side. O my thought, my understanding, go to the House of Secrecy, This is the day of Universal Intelligence. What does this world have except a drum on the days More...
I am Still Dreaming (2/15/2026) I keep running with the hope of finding the Beloved, because my life has come almost to its end, and I am still dreaming. Assuming I will eventually find the Beloved, how can I find the time which has already passed? The Rubaiyat of Rumi, More...
Persistance (2/8/2026) I turn so much around my heart that my body cannot carry my weight, and my soul cannot stand my fight. I will turn around this mine until my being is totally disintegrated, my wires completely broken. Body, you are obstinate. So am I. Sometimes even More...
Never Say, “This is the End.” (2/1/2026) The wine which is forbidden to the body is served freely to the soul of the one who is free from attachments to this world. Pour us more, O Cupbearer. Never say, “This is the end.” Who knows where our beginning is? Or, our More...
Death (1/25/2026)
Category: Gazel (longer poem), Rumi Poetry, Weekly Poems
Death (1/25/2026) How long do you think you can escape death by watching the purple color of the Judas tree, by listening to the sound of the organ? Look and see: They’re pulling and dragging you away, Although really, we are returning to Him. How long will you lock More...
The Scent of a Burning Heart (1/18/2026) Troubles for me are cooking in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief. Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow are being served to my table. The scent of a burning heart surrounds my table all the time. I wonder. Where is this scent More...
From Out of That Silence (1/11/2026) I merged so completely with Love, was so fused with Love that I became Love and Love became me. That way, I was saved from instigations, from trials and tribulations. Yes, with complete Union, a man becomes a complete stranger to himself. There More...
Like a Candle (1/4/2026) Upon leaving Your house, I start weeping and wailing, like a candle shedding tears because of the flame. But, in order to gain something, we must learn to weep and wail like a harp. The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1386, page More...
If They Reach You… (12/28/2025) If the rose with its beauty and the jasmine with its fine three petals see Your face, if they reach You, they all grow so big, so beautiful. O my beautiful One, life is Your rose garden. O my Beloved, the wound You open is More...