I am not the man you think you know, you think you see.
Even if you could see, you wouldn’t recognize me.
You are unable to see anything but images,
because you are asleep, confused.
Every Image Is Born from You (7/9/17)
Category: Gazel (longer poem)
“Let Me Tell You Something” (6/25/17)
For my Beloved, it is to break hearts.
For me, God’s grace has given me Love.
What beautiful sustenance is this? Continue reading ““Let Me Tell You Something” (6/25/17)”
That’s How Sweet It Is (6/11/17)
He said, “Let me offer soul’s wine to you,
so you won’t be oppressed with anxiety and sorrow.
Never mind sorrow.
Every merry one will pledge joy to you.
“Thanks to God,” You Say (5/28/17)
If you don’t know me,
ask the dark night about me;
the night is the confidant of lovers
and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. Continue reading ““Thanks to God,” You Say (5/28/17)”
Turn (5/14/17)
I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble
when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. Continue reading “Turn (5/14/17)”
Who Knows God? (4/30/17)
In His eyes, both worlds resemble a piece of grain in front of a rooster.
The eye that has seen Greatness is like that. Continue reading “Who Knows God? (4/30/17)”
Grief Is Dead (4/16/17)
Watch death. How does it come back to life?
Look at how the free cypress has become a slave, a servant.
Watch and see how these loose, decayed boxes and coffins
are filled with soul, with Love and knowledge. Continue reading “Grief Is Dead (4/16/17)”
The Majesty, Power and Honor of Fasting
Close your mouth to bread. The sugar of fasting has come.
You have seen the results of eating and drinking.
Now let’s see the results of fasting. Continue reading “The Majesty, Power and Honor of Fasting”
A Bridge (3/19/17)
You are the nightingale of the garden meadows.
But, with the grace of God, you can become the garden,
the meadow and wind, even hundreds of nightingales. Continue reading “A Bridge (3/19/17)”
“God Knows Best” (3/5/17)
I became the confidant of the One who set out to search.
I became a friend of the One who settled down in the land of Glory.
I saw a dome beyond the six dimensions.
I turned into the floor, the dirt of that dome. Continue reading ““God Knows Best” (3/5/17)”