You are hiding your heart from me, pretending you don’t know anything about it.
You are mixing up words and all the letters of the alphabet as if you don’t know how to write. Continue reading “This Is a Gift for You (2/7/16)”
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 “I Am Out of My Self (1/24/16)”
You are nothing but wet kindling
Until you are cooked in the flames of your heart.
Unless you rid yourself of the body’s cloak,
The flames of Love cannot be your mentor.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #3, Page 419
Someone is hidden here, holding my skirt.
He bends backward and grabs my hair, keeps pulling me.
Love says, “I will give hundreds, thousands of lives
To the one who gives his life to me.”
Listen to what Love whispers in your ears;
He is pulling you next to Him by pulling on them.
Ergin, Rubailar, Verse #3, Page 220
The mind is a road block on the journey, O son.
The road is wide open; untie this bond, tear it, O son.
I don’t have any friend besides Love.
Love was with me before I came into this world, and It is with me still.
Soul yells, “O lazy one on Love’s way,
Come on, hurry up, reach me.”
Ergin, Rubailer, V. 1, Page 17
Your kindness comes after sorrow, every time, every moment.
Otherwise, no one could withstand this suffering.
You are satisfied, but I haven’t had enough of this drink.
I am annihilated, but you are still alive.
The millstone turns and cries quietly
As long as water flows through the canal.
Ergin, Rubailer, V. 1, Page 432
O torch for night passengers!
O chain for crazy lovers!
O direction of prayer for everyone!
O my Caravan Master!