Do not be ashamed, O hopeless lover.
Come and be a person who can see things along with their Essence.
Do not be the one who looks at everything, but never sees Essence. Continue reading “I Give Everything (7/10/16)”
I Give Everything (7/10/16)
Category: Gazel (longer poem)
Look at This Bright Soul (6/26/16)
Make sure of this creed:
The Way of Lovers is the road that lovers walk,
A way entirely opposite of others.
Even their ostentations, their lies are better than other’s truths, kindnesses and favors. Continue reading “Look at This Bright Soul (6/26/16)”
How Are You? (5/29/16)
How are you? How do you do?
“How” and “what” won’t help anyone understand you.
Except for the Sultan who is beyond “how” and “what,”
Nobody will understand you. Continue reading “How Are You? (5/29/16)”
How Can You Find Fault? (5/15/16)
The lover breaks his chains when he goes to the side of lovers.
The one who is insane keeps turning
And tears apart all his measures. Continue reading “How Can You Find Fault? (5/15/16)”
Hundreds of Lights from God’s Purse (5/1/16)
O my soul, behind the curtain of the soul, there is a secret world, a secret drinking.
Behind the curtain of Absence, there are hundreds of Josephs of Canaan. Continue reading “Hundreds of Lights from God’s Purse (5/1/16)”
Watch the Endless Heart (4/17/16)
You color yourself with the color of the community.
Taste the pleasure of the soul: Come to the neighborhood of our tavern
And watch the ones who drink heavy wine. Continue reading “Watch the Endless Heart (4/17/16)”
Do You Know What Love Is? (4/3/16)
O sword of time, pull out from the sheath of space.
Dive into the sea like a fish.
Swim this endless sea of meanings. Continue reading “Do You Know What Love Is? (4/3/16)”
Thanks Are Getting Longer (3/20/16)
Even though You wear course woolen stuff, You are the King of Kings.
Even though You are hidden from eyes,
You are the fire in the soul, the remembrance in the heart. Continue reading “Thanks Are Getting Longer (3/20/16)”
How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)
Wake up from sleep. Jump.
Look: A brand new morning is coming, dancing and tapping his feet, asking for friends.
The brand new morning is coming from the sky. Continue reading “How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)”
“Be Like Me” (2/21/16)
A moth plunging into the fire told me, “Do the same.”
He was burning, fluttering his wings and telling me,
“Be like me.” Continue reading ““Be Like Me” (2/21/16)”