The Fragrance without Words (7/20/2025)

The Fragrance without Words (7/20/2025)

This time, I really got involved with Love

and separated completely from devoutness.

 

I am no longer alive because of my heart.

I am alive with something else.

I burned my mind from the bottom up

and did the same with my heart and thoughts. Continue reading “The Fragrance without Words (7/20/2025)”

O Lovers, O Lovers (7/6/2025)

O Lovers, O Lovers (7/6/2025)

O lovers, O lovers, I will turn dirt into jewels.

O players, O players, I will fill your tambourines with gold.

 

O thirsty ones, O thirsty ones, I will become the Cupbearer today.

I will turn this barren land into Heaven and make it flow with the River of Heaven. Continue reading “O Lovers, O Lovers (7/6/2025)”

Drunk with the Wine of Eternity (5/25/2025)

Drunk with the Wine of Eternity (5/25/2025)

One the Fire of the Heart blazes,

it burns the faithful as well as the unfaithful.

Once the Bird of Essence flies, all of existence disappears Continue reading “Drunk with the Wine of Eternity (5/25/2025)”

In Real Existence… (4/27/2025)

In Real Existence… (4/27/2025)

Thinking in terms of profit and self-interest are signs of poverty.

Clean people follow God’s habit.

They contribute.

 

Some hidden return is expected from every generosity.

Once you reach His Love, there is no greed, no generosity. Continue reading “In Real Existence… (4/27/2025)”

This Soul Wants Privacy (4/13/2025)

This Soul Wants Privacy (4/13/2025)

How long will I be suffering because of this donkey of a body?

It keeps asking constantly for straw and barley.

Yet in the sky, the galaxy of the Milky Way is full of nourishment.

 

A donkey can’t have a share of that glory.

It is the soul, that peerless one, who has a share of that kingdom.

 

You have seen the body. Now, look at the soul.

You have seen jewels. Now, look at the mine.

 

Meaning constantly says,

“Don’t dress me in those old clothes.”

Words are really nothing more than old shirts,

the kind of old shirts which everyone makes fun of.

 

I say, “O meaning, come.

Come in a form like the soul,

so that old shirts can become silk with soul’s light.”

 

Quit washing clothes, so no one will hear.

Don’t mind how others react or what they say.

This soul is tired.

This soul wants privacy, even from the angels who are close to God.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 45, verses 615-620, page 117.