Morning has come; daylight has broken out.
This is the time of separation for those who stay awake all night.
The desire for sleep has arrived,
And the eye which was our night guard has fallen asleep
Rubailer, Page 194, Rubai #4
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)”
Although you are a slave behind this curtain,
Once you get out, you will be a Sultan.
Love’s water, the Fountain of Life, says,
“Die here. Then, you will become immortal.”
Rubailer, Page 393, Rubai #2
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)”
It is customary for Love to eat faith like a meal.
Love doesn’t go after bread or the worries of life;
Its table is set beyond day and night.
So what is fasting? An invitation to a secret feast.
Rubailer, Page 335, Rubai #2
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)”
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 mixed all colors;
Now, it can’t even remember its past.
Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page 164
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)”
When you fall in Love, you become crazy-insane;
You become tied to the chain of saints.
Today you are deprived of that chain,
Because you are immersed in life; you are sober today.
Rubailer, Rubai #1, Page 396
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)”