If you see a drunk who knows the secret,
you can be certain that he is His drunk.
If you see one whose heart is alive,
you can be certain
that He is the One Who made him like that. Continue reading “Words Knitted Loosely (4/26/2026)”
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)”
They said, “God’s brilliance shines from all six dimensions.”*
People cried and begged, “Where is that light?”
A stranger looked at both the left side and the right.
“One second,” he said.
“For one breath, look, but without left or right.”
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1332, page 212.
While Your Love was galloping high among the stars,
my poor heart recognized You through secret signs.
When I free myself from the bonds of existence,
what wonderful Love games my heart will play with You
in the Land of Absence!
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1318, page 205.
This time, I really got involved with Love
and separated completely from devoutness.
I am no longer alive because of my heart.
I am alive with something else.
I burned my mind from the bottom up
and did the same with my heart and thoughts. Continue reading “The Fragrance without Words (7/20/2025)”
There is neither question nor answer on the way to Love,
but only a mystery.
The lover never answers to any human order.
This is a matter of Absence, not existence.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1314, page 203.
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)”
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)”
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.
You would never consider praising or loving Yourself.
But, You are so beautiful.
If You were to show Yourself,
both worlds would start fighting each other. Continue reading “Because of You (8/11/2024)”