Some people tell stories about the Beyond.
Some expect help from the Beyond.
Souls keep running out of bodies secretly,
looking for the Beyond.
Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222.
Some people tell stories about the Beyond.
Some expect help from the Beyond.
Souls keep running out of bodies secretly,
looking for the Beyond.
Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222.
Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face.
Every face is scratched by Your Absence.
I have become drunk because of Your reproach.
I don’t even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. Continue reading “I am at Peace with Him (11/18/18)”
The words which come from the soul are a curtain to the soul.
The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the pearls of that sea.
It is a great task to get involved in philosophical discourses.
But, the explanation is the curtain to the Sun of the Truth. Continue reading “Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)”
Come to your senses, O body made of clay. Don’t talk about the Earth.
Don’t talk about anything but that pure, clean mirror.
The One who created it left His attribute in your heart.
Don’t talk about anything but that attribute.
Rubailer, Page 375, Rubai #2
O heart, if you are aware of the words
“God is with you wherever you are,”
why do you get so confused?
If you forget these words,
you are attributing a partner to God.
Rubailer, Page 364, Rubai #1
He is a secret rose garden which bushes are concealing.
He appears in hundreds of different shapes, but He is the only one.
He is a coastless ocean that covers everything.
One wave from this ocean becomes hundreds of waves in every soul.
Rubailer, Page 352, Rubai #3
I really keep turning around bad luck, keep borrowing trouble
when I turn around myself, my illusions instead of You. Continue reading “Turn (5/14/17)”
In His eyes, both worlds resemble a piece of grain in front of a rooster.
The eye that has seen Greatness is like that. Continue reading “Who Knows God? (4/30/17)”
You are the nightingale of the garden meadows.
But, with the grace of God, you can become the garden,
the meadow and wind, even hundreds of nightingales. Continue reading “A Bridge (3/19/17)”
I became the confidant of the One who set out to search.
I became a friend of the One who settled down in the land of Glory.
I saw a dome beyond the six dimensions.
I turned into the floor, the dirt of that dome. Continue reading ““God Knows Best” (3/5/17)”