Author Archives: Millicent

About Millicent

Millicent Alexander met Hasan Shushud and Nevit Ergin in 1972. She has followed the path of Itlak Sufism ever since. An account of her first meeting with these two remarkable men is included in The Sufi Path of Annihilation by Nevit O. Ergin (available on Amazon and in the ReadingRumi.com bookstore).

I am at Peace with Him (11/18/18)

No One Is a Stranger There (11/18/18)

Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face.

Every face is scratched by Your Absence.

 

I have become drunk because of Your reproach.

I don’t even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. Continue reading

Fear and Shyness (10/14/18)

Crying and Wailing (10/14/18)

I know how easily my Beloved gets tired of me.

Even the thought that I love Him seems to hurt Him a lot.

But, no one can go far on the road to the Beloved with fear and shyness.

If the road I take becomes difficult for walking, I will ride a horse.

Rubailer (2016), Page 299, Rubai #4

Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)

Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)

The words which come from the soul are a curtain to the soul.

The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the pearls of that sea.

 

It is a great task to get involved in philosophical discourses.

But, the explanation is the curtain to the Sun of the Truth. Continue reading

The Sweetness of Eternity (9/16/18)

The Sweetness of Eternity (9/16/18)

There is nothing remaining in my ears except Love’s murmur.

There is nothing remaining in my soul–no reason, no thought–

only the sweetness of Eternity.

The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors.

Now, it can’t even remember its past.

Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4

 

 

Submerged in the Heart (7/29/18)

Submerged in the Heart (7/29/18)

Is there anyone who is not involved in my daily work?

Who is the one who hasn’t given his soul to the Beloved’s way?

 

Is there any head like mine which doesn’t become drunk?

Is there any heart like mine which doesn’t cry, moan and groan? Continue reading

The Shrill Pipe of Love (6/3/18)

The Shrill Pipe of Love (6/3/18)

You are coming our way. You are a decent person.

We are also nice.

In appearance we look like fire,

but we are the Fountain of Life for you.

 

You are a small pigeon. You were born in this nest.

If you don’t come this way on your own, we will pull you by force.

 

Be in our temple. We are in the temple of that Beauty,

becoming drunk on His wine, the wine that comes only from Him.

 

We stand at our place like a mountain, but we flow like a torrent.

We keep silent like that, but sometimes yell and scream like thunder.

 

Although like fate we kill people for no reason,

you have a soul that resembles the sea.

Put it in your palm and come to us.

 

Our part of ownership of these five senses is only a short five days.

But, there are six dimensions and we are a sultan in each one of them.

 

We are following the shrill pipe of Love.

Our breath is sharp. Our voice caresses the soul,

because we keep playing the vessel of the soul, crying for you.

 

You concern yourself with the matters of Love.

If you are sincere, don’t look for a bed and a pillow.

We have welcomed this illness caused by our desire to reach the Mine.

We haven’t welcomed it out of love for a bed and pillow.

 

The light of the sky, the praise of Tebriz is our Shamseddin.

Because of that Sun, our insides have turned out to be the sky

and the self has become the Moon.

Divan-i Kebir, Meter 10, Gazel 71, Verses 749-757, Pages 155-156.