Beloved, look at us. You are the soul of the eye’s sight.
How can I tell you that you took our heart?
You are our heart. Continue reading “O Heart, What Are You Waiting For? (8/21/16)”
O Heart, What Are You Waiting For? (8/21/16)
Tag: Heart
A Lover’s Heart (8/14/16)
Sorrow that wouldn’t dare come close to the hearts of lovers
Revolves around cold, frozen people.
There is such a giant sea inside a lover’s heart
That its waves make the sky turn around.
Rubailer, Page 201, Rubai #2
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 “How Are You? (5/29/16)”
Watch the Endless Heart (4/17/16)
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)”
This Is a Gift for You (2/7/16)
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)”
“Are You Ashamed of My Love?” (1/31/16)
If I suffer through His love silently, He gets bored.
If I open my heart, jealous people fight with me.
If I protect the glass of my heart,
He says, “Are you ashamed of My love?”
Rubailer, Rubai #4, Page 205
A 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
The Flames of Your Heart (12/20/15)
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
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 “Beyond Existence and Absence (11/22/15)”
That Beautiful Sea of Heart (11/8/15)
Understand this well:
The work of the mind belongs in the basement.
Even if the mind becomes Plato in knowledge,
It still remains outside of the palace.