No Belief, No Heresy Remains (10/23/16)
I have been dissolved like salt in the sea of purity.
Neither faith nor doubt remains in me.
No belief, no heresy remains.
A shining star has appeared in my heart,
and the seven layers of the sky have disappeared into that star.
Rubailer, Page 265, Rubai #1
Absence Is the Real Treasure (10/9/16)
Absence is Essence; everything else is an attribute.
Absence is health; everything else is an illness.
This world is a big headache, a grand illusion.
Absence is the real treasure.
Rubailer, Page 257, Rubai #1
“And We Will Go That Way” (10/2/16)
Rise, O lovers. Let us all ascend to the sky.
We have seen this earth. Let us see the other one.
No, no. Both gardens are beautiful and nice.
Let us give up both of them and go to the Gardener.
Exaltation and Instigation (7/24/16)
I catch Your fragrance from the tall symmetry of the cypress.
I almost see the color of Your face in the moon.
Every sugarcane comes to Your temple to wear the belt of service.
Every bit of sugar comes to be a servant in Your halva. Continue reading
How Are You? 5/29/16
How are you? How do you do?
“How” and “what” won’t help anyone understand you.
Except for the Sultan who is beyond “how” and “what,”
Nobody will understand you. Continue reading
Hundreds of Lights from God’s Purse (5/1/16)
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
i Am Out of My Self (1-24-16)
I want to boil the kettle of the soul, spread bloody foam.
I want to say the words of the two universes in one breath, in one effort. Continue reading
The Means to Reach Absence (1/3/16)
Fate is not the slave of our heart’s desire;
Existence is a means to reach Absence.
Our nanny is behind the curtain.
In fact, we are not here; those are our shadows.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #4, Page 109
Someone Is Hidden Here (12/13/15)
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt.
He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me.
Beyond Existence and Absence (11-22-15)
Wines have been offered from the Sun of happiness to me.
The cells of my body have become a knob on the door of the tavern.
Come, watch the face of our Sun; that face is the Garden of Eden.
Stay in the shade of His hair which is divided in the middle;
That shade is heaven. Continue reading