Love is an ocean which has no bottom, no boundary. It is an ocean suspended. Love is the secret of the One who has no beginning of the beginning. All souls are drowned in Love.They live there. Hope is one drop of that ocean. The rest of it is fear...
His Question (8/30/2020)
Yesterday, this slave was the moon of soul. In his search for proofs and explanations, he asked a difficult question. Although no answer came, his question just disappeared. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 205.
Only a Fool Says… (8/16/2020)
Union with God cannot be achieved until a person completely annihilates his self. Such a Union is not the merging of two to make one. Union is your total annihilation. Absurdity doesn’t turn falsehood into Truth. Only a fool says, “Everything is God.” Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 179
A One-Year Old Love (8/2/2020)
An eye which gazes upon that rose, that tulip fills the whirling sky with wails and cries. The intoxication you get from a one-year-old Love you could never get from a thousand-years-old wine. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 186.
From Behind Thousands of Curtains (7/19/2020)
Once my soul had turned its face to the Essence and given up whys, whats and hows, it started to see eternity. The secret of Love and the meaning of creation which had been concealed from it up until then appeared from behind thousands of curtains. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1,...
Hundreds of Sighs (7/5/2020)
On a cloudless summer night when the stars are shining and the heart of the sky is turning into a rose garden, there are thousands of signs of Divine Love all around. Hundreds of sighs rise up from me which illuminate the mirror of my heart. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2,...
Only a Fool Says… (6/21/2020)
Union with God cannot be achieved until a person has completely annihilated his self. Such a Union is not the merging of two to make one. Union requires your total annihilation. Absurdity does not turn falsehood into Truth. Only a fool says, "Everything is God." Rubailer (2016, Rubai #2, page...
Flutter Your Own Wings (4/12/2020)
O heart, you go nowhere on this road with talk and gossip. You cannot reach the Beloved unless you pass through the door of Absence. You have to flutter your own wings where His birds fly, O heart. They don't give out wings, O heart. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page...
Hold Fast (6/7/2020)
Without the pure water from the sea of Love, our pearl would turn into stone. If there were no world to be found inside of our soul, our soul and that world would shrink and confine us. Pain from the Beloved polishes your heart and soul. Hold fast to it...
Being in God’s Vicinity (5/24/2020)
This solitude is better than the company of thousands. This freedom is sweeter than owning the whole world. Being in God's vicinity for even a short time is worth more than the soul, more than the universe, more than all of this, more than all of that. Rubailer (2016), Rubai...
Your Scent (5/10/2020)
Once I got a tiny whiff of Your scent, I was forced to go Your way. My color and scent were stolen by Yours. I was annihilated in the end, so nothing was left of me, not even a scent. No scent. Nothing. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 175.
How Could Such Qualities Be Mixed? (4/26/2020)
A human is made by mixing opposite materials. His shape is drawn on the table of sorrow. His clay is carved by grief. Sometimes he is an angel, sometimes a devil. How could such qualities be mixed? Rubailer (2016), Rubai 242, page 168, #3.
This is the Day of Joy (4/11/2020)
This is the day of joy. Why should we be sad? Today, we should drink wine from the cup of loyalty. How long will we expect our sustenance to be from a bread-maker, a water-carrier? This is the time to be eating and drinking from the hand of God. Rubailer...
Existence is a Means to Reach Absence (3/15/2020)
Fate is not a slave to our opinions, our thinking, our petty desires. Existence is a means to reach Absence. Our nanny is behind the curtain. In fact, we are not here. What you see is merely our shadow. Rubailer (2016), Page 130, Rubai #3.
The Sound of the Key (3/1/2020)
I am a mountain. I am echoing the Beloved. I am a painting. That Beauty is my painter. Do you think all these words I say belong to me? No. They are the sound of the key turning in the lock. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 128.
Lovers of Love (2/16/2020)
We are the lovers of Love. Love is our salvation. The soul resembles Hizir.* Love resembles the Water of Life. Alas to the one who is not decorated by the Sultan of Love. How could an animal know the soul's sugar? *Hizir A legendary Godsend who attained immortality by drinking...
Just Look (2/2/2020)
When grief covers everywhere, everything, the one who grabs Love becomes carefree. Just look at the particle. When it touched Love, it turned into a shape which created universes. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 116.
How Can We Escape (1/19/20)
Love came and broke my regret as if it were a bottle. How can we escape Love's constant breaking and repairing? Who can repair a broken bottle except Love? Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 112.
There is a Way (1/5/20)
O confused heart, the way to the Beloved is through your soul. O one who has lost his way, there is a road to the Beloved which is both known and unknown. Don’t worry if your way is blocked from all six directions. There is a way right from the...
Love Has Arrived (12/22/19)
Love has arrived and become the blood in my skin and veins. It has emptied me of my self, filling me with the Beloved. Every part of my body is now occupied by the Beloved. Only my name has been left to me. He has become everything else. Rubailer (2016),...
Death is Reaching Out to God (12/8/19)
There is a new life in death for the man of faith and justice. From death, peace and calm come to clean souls. Death is reaching out to God, not out to fear and cruelty. The one who refuses to die with that death will die every day. That is...
Both Worlds Are Submerged in Him (11/24/19)
If you want the Beloved to show His face to you, turn inside. Give up your flesh and walk to the Essence. He is such an Essence that He is surrounded by layers of curtains. He is submerged in His own Being, and both worlds are submerged in Him. Rubailer...
Nothing Except the Beloved (11/10/19)
“As long as I live, I won’t stray from the right way.” I gave that oath to myself. But later, I looked to my right, then to my left, then to my right, then to my left. Each time, I saw nothing except the Beloved. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page...
He Tells What He Sees (10/27/19)
O mortal, this is the Master of all the East. This is the lightning from the cloud which scatters pearls. Whatever you say is based on reasoning alone, whereas He tells what he sees, and that is the difference. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 70.
That is the Sacrifice (10/13/19)
O heart, here you are, sitting in the middle of His sorrow. To suffer is the cure. Do not complain. That is the order. When you step on the head of your desire, your dog-self will be suffocated. That is the sacrifice. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 73.
The Beloved is Inside of You (9/29/19)
O one who has been deceived by flesh, who doesn’t know His own essence, put your mind in your head. The Beloved is inside of you. Senses are the essence of the body. The essence of your senses is your soul. If you go beyond body, senses and soul, everything is the Beloved....
Not for Everyone (9/15/19)
Not everyone looks for You. Nor do You ask that everyone does. Not every mill wheel turns by the water coming from Your river. Drawing a strong, tight bow is not for everyone. For that, one has to be a hero. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, page 77.
Since We See Others… (9/1/19)
Since we see others, we are not one anymore. We are in the business of the many. We identify good and bad, and that is where the trouble starts. A heart which has not reached ecstasy will keep getting kicked by the other. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 64.
Don’t Open the Door of Thought (8/18/19)
Like every other day, we are desperately in Love today. Don't open the door of thought. Play the rebab whose sound makes us forget everything. There are a hundred different prayers for the one whose alter is the face of the Beloved. Rubailer (2016), Rubia #4, page 46.
I am Absent (8/4/19)
He is inside and outside of my heart. He is the soul of my body. He is my blood and my veins. How could faith or heresy fit here? I am absent. He is all of my existence. Rubailer (2016), page 68, Rubai #4