At first, like others, I preferred being my self. Although I was aware of my existence, I did not comprehend my being. Because I could not see, I did not recognize who I was. I was merely hearing my name. Finally, and only when I went out of myself completely, I...
Bravos to Our Power and Abilities!
Sometimes , the angels are jealous of our purity. Sometimes, the devil is afraid of our recklessness. Our clay body carries God's gift. Bravos to our power and abilities! Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 43.
Please, Do Me a Favor! (6/23/19)
I was heart and soul without a body before... pure, clean, pleasant. You built my body as a guest house and put my soul in it. O my Master, please, do me a favor! Pardon me. Recreate me as You did before. Bring me back to life. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #2, Page...
All the World’s Sorrows (6/9/19)
My Beloved whose scattered hair makes everyone confused, whose sweet ruby lips scatter sugar and honey, that Beloved asked me, "Are you sorry about our separation?" I answered, "O my soul, so much so that all the world's sorrows are in that sorry." Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, page 33.
The Water of Life (5/26/19)
Once life is ended, God gives another life, a different one. If this temporary life is annihilated, here is the permanent one: Love is the Water of Life. Plunge into it. There is new life in every drop of that sea. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #3, Page 42. The Water of...
No One Escapes Me (5/12/19)
Love for You has killed Turks as well as Arabs. We are slaves and servants to those martyrs, those generals. Love for You is saying, “No one escapes Me. I own all souls.” He is right, O heart. Quit playing. Rubailer (2016), Page 40, Rubai #4.
Reach Me (4/28/19)
I don't have any friend except Love. Love was with me before I came into this world, and Love is still with me. My soul yells, "O lazy one on Love's way, come on. Hurry up. Reach me." Rubailer I2016), Rubai #1, Page 38.
His Game of Love (4/14/19)
His Game of Love (4/14/19) First, He pampered me with a thousand favors. Then, He burned me with a thousand troubles. He played with me as if I was nothing more than dice in His game of Love. But, when I died from myself and became Him, He finally threw...
The Summit of His Sorrow (3/17/19)
Nothing, not even rose or basil had helped me. I said to myself, "Be silent. His bow doesn't match my shield." Then, I was shot from that bow like a three-winged arrow. Even so, I reached the summit of His sorrow without the help of those three wings! Rubailar. Rubai...
Words’ Ship (3/3/19)
You have said so many times, "I have given up words. I prefer silence." Yet, you turn around words, so much so that you have turned into talk. You sail with words' ship on the sea of thought, that sea which you have not renounced and which words' ship never will. Rubailar,...
The Beyond (2/17/19)
Some people tell stories about the Beyond. Some expect help from the Beyond. Souls keep running out of bodies secretly, looking for the Beyond. Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222.
Slave and Servant (2/3/19)
I am drunk with the wine that Love has engraved on His glass. I ride a horse. Its reins are Love. Falling in Love with my moon-faced Beloved is great, but I am a slave and servant to the One who made Love a slave-servant to Him. Rubailar (2016), Page...
Your Sun (1/20/19)
My God, the thing this poor soul wants from You is something for which not even sultans would dare ask. Every particle is happy in the sunshine, but every one of them is still distant from Your sun. And, this penniless beggar wants to have Your sun. Rubailar (2016), Page...
Then, the Only Beauty...Will Be Yours As long as a beauty appears in a shape, a form, there will always be another beauty with a better shape, a better form. This shaped beauty cannot be my Beloved. Get rid of forms from your heart. Then, the only Beauty which has...
Majesty, Majesty, Majesty (12/23/18)
Love is completion, completion, completion. The self is imagination, imagination, imagination. This divine light is majesty, majesty, majesty. Today is the Day of Union, Union, Union! Rubailer (2016), Page 287, Rubai #4
For Whom Are You Searching? (12/9/18)
Sometimes you get tired of living with His sorrow and reject life. Sometimes you tell His story with the troubles in your heart. Why are you dizzily turning around the world? He is not outside of you. For whom are you searching? Rubailer (2016), Page 471, Rubai #2
Love’s Murmur (11/25/18)
There is nothing remaining in my ears but 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 blended all colors. Still, the state of no-color remains. Rubailer (2016), Page 184, Rubai #4
Just Empty Words (11/11/18)
On the way to Love, each lover must either annihilate himself or give up his life in death. Some say, “Love’s goal is to drink water from the Fountain of Life.” These are just empty words, O lover, just empty words. Rubailer (2016), Page 226, Rubai #3
The Signs of My Beloved (10/28/18)
Every particle of my body shows the signs of my Beloved. Every part of my body is the expression of Him. I lean towards Him as a lyre, my crying song created by His hand. Rubailer (2016), Page 102, Rubai #3
Fear and Shyness (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...
Hear This If You Can (9/30/18)
Hear this if you can: "One has to go beyond himself to reach Him." When you do arrive in the world of Absence, don't talk. Ecstasy is the language there, not words. Rubailer (2016), Page 175, Rubai #1
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
Only a Fool Says… (9/2/18)
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), Page 179, Rubai #2
The Secret of This World (8/19/18)
Last night, I secretly asked an old wise mind, "Open to me the secret of this world." He lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, "Be silent. It cannot be said. It can be understood only by the heart." Rubailer (2016), Page 270, Rubai #3
Satisfaction is for the Ordinary (8/5/18)
Only a satiated one says, "The time is getting late." Satisfaction is for the ordinary. Day or night makes no difference to the brave one. Wolf, sheep, goat -- all are the same for a lion. Rubailer (2016), Page 36, Rubai #3.
The Untied Knot (7/22/18)
The one who ties the untied knot again is laughing at himself as well as the world. They talk about union and separation. But, one cannot be united until he is separated. Rubailer (2016), Page 246, Rubai #3
The Pearls in Their Hearts (7/8/18)
Now the tree branches are blooming fresh flowers. When they lost all their leaves, they could still see the pearls in their hearts, so they stayed standing up. They didn't lose hope. They didn't break. They didn't even bend. Rubailer (2016), Page 211, Rubai #3
The Smell of a Burning Heart (6/24/18)
Troubles for me are cooking in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief. Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow are being served to my table. The smell of a burning heart surrounds my table all the time. I wonder. Where is this smell coming from? Rubailer, Page 290, Rubai #1
One Day… (6/10/18)
One day your heart will take you to the One who caught your heart. One day your soul will take you to the Beloved. Don’t let go of the skirt of your pain. One day your pain will take you to the Remedy. Rubailer, Page 474, Rubai #3
This Is Fate (5/27/18)
You excite this crowd every day by erasing thousands of well-beings down below. This is fate. It goes on as long as the wheel of fortune turns. Please, be kind and generous to the souls of the poor. Rubailer, Page 472, Rubai #3