One the Fire of the Heart blazes,
it burns the faithful as well as the unfaithful.
Once the Bird of Essence flies, all of existence disappears Continue reading “Drunk with the Wine of Eternity (5/25/2025)”
Drunk with the Wine of Eternity (5/25/2025)
Category: Weekly Poems
Merely My Reflection (5/18/2025)
Why does this dark sorrow blindly entwine my heart?
Is it blind, or does it see blindness in me?
I am in the heights of the sky.
This clay and water body of mine is merely my reflection.
Who could look at a star in the water
and think they could just reach out and take it?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1290, page 191.
When the Lover Breathes (5/11/2025)
When the Lover breathes, flames spread throughout the Universe.
One breath shatters this illusionary world into particles. Continue reading “When the Lover Breathes (5/11/2025)”
The Sorrow of Love (5/4/2025)
Who is more miserable than an impatient lover?
There is no cure for Love’s sickness.
Goodness and badness don’t help the sorrow of Love.
There is neither fidelity nor cruelty in real, true Love.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1272, page 182.
In Real Existence… (4/27/2025)
Thinking in terms of profit and self-interest are signs of poverty.
Clean people follow God’s habit.
They contribute.
Some hidden return is expected from every generosity.
Once you reach His Love, there is no greed, no generosity. Continue reading “In Real Existence… (4/27/2025)”
There is a Price to be Paid (4/20/2025)
There is a place beyond faith and heresy
which is not for all the ones
who are just starting out young and fresh.
There is a price to be paid:
One has to give up one’s life and sacrifice one’s heart.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1271, page 182.
This Soul Wants Privacy (4/13/2025)
How long will I be suffering because of this donkey of a body?
It keeps asking constantly for straw and barley.
Yet in the sky, the galaxy of the Milky Way is full of nourishment.
A donkey can’t have a share of that glory.
It is the soul, that peerless one, who has a share of that kingdom.
You have seen the body. Now, look at the soul.
You have seen jewels. Now, look at the mine.
Meaning constantly says,
“Don’t dress me in those old clothes.”
Words are really nothing more than old shirts,
the kind of old shirts which everyone makes fun of.
I say, “O meaning, come.
Come in a form like the soul,
so that old shirts can become silk with soul’s light.”
Quit washing clothes, so no one will hear.
Don’t mind how others react or what they say.
This soul is tired.
This soul wants privacy, even from the angels who are close to God.
Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 45, verses 615-620, page 117.
Water Became His…Home (4/6/2024)
Rain poured down on a man’s head.
The rain kept coming, so he took shelter in his home.
A duck seeing this fluttered its wings.
“Give all the rain to me,” the duck said, “to the one
who was created out of water!”
And, water became his shelter, his home.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1256, page 174.
Patience is the Key to Suffering (3/30/2025)
Be lost in grief, O soul.
Patience is the key to suffering.
Be lost in grief so that in the end,
He will show His face to you.
Patience is the key to suffering. Continue reading “Patience is the Key to Suffering (3/30/2025)”
No End (3/23/2025)
I said to the night,
“If you are in love with the moon which enlightens you,
why do you pass through so quickly?
That is no good. It shows disloyalty,
this lack of respect for the moon.”
Night turned its face towards me and protested,
“It is not my fault. There is no end to Love.”
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1255, page 174.