I merged so completely with Love, was so fused with Love
that I became Love and Love became me.
That way, I was saved from instigations, from trials and tribulations. Continue reading “From Out of That Silence (1/11/2026)”
Upon leaving Your house, I start weeping and wailing,
like a candle shedding tears because of the flame.
But, in order to gain something,
we must learn to weep and wail like a harp.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1386, page 239.
If the rose with its beauty and the jasmine with its fine three petals
see Your face,
if they reach You,
they all grow so big, so beautiful. Continue reading “If They Reach You… (12/28/2025)”
Since I can no longer bear the heaviness of my heart,
I might as well give my heart to my longing for You.
What can I do with a heart
which doesn’t burn with the sorrow of Love?
What is its use to me? What should I save it for?
The Rubiayat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1382, page 237.
Look at Love. It is joined to and merged with lovers.
Look at the soul become one with the land of soil.
How long will you be seeing this and that, good and bad?
Look and see that this and that are joined and merged together. Continue reading “Look at Water and Fire (12/14/2025)”
The secret of Truth cannot be understood
by asking questions, gathering information,
or spending all your wealth and belongings.
If you haven’t cried for fifty years with bloody tears,
if you haven’t burned your heart out,
you will not find the way from words to ecstasy.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1377, page 235.
O gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come.
See the signs of the heart’s sorrow on the leaves and branches.
O gardener, listen carefully. Hear the cries of the trees.
There are hundreds of souls, hundreds of souls
wailing silently everywhere. Continue reading “Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)”
The mind may give you what you think is evidence.
Love gives you the Beloved, the Friend.
What comes from the mind is nothing but dirty water.
What comes from the Beloved is the Water of Life.
You may ascend to the sky
with all the signs of a lover’s journey,
all the evidence which your mind so freely gives.
But in the sky, you will find no signs, no tricks, no traces.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1376, page 234.
O my Beloved, O my Beloved!
O One who doesn’t know mercy!
O my charmer, the One who took my heart!
O my confidant, the One who relieves my grief! Continue reading “Take the Weight from Me (11/16/2025)”
The lover’s heart never grieves.
Nothing but Love ever affects it.
A real lover will never be buried in a grave.
Since he is pure and clean, he will go to the world of purity.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1374, page 233.