His Beauty (5/21/17)
I said to the heart, “When You see the Beloved,
tell Him, if you can, about my situation, my sorrow.”
The heart answered, “When I see the Beloved,
I become so absorbed by His beauty that I can’t talk. I just keep looking at Him.”
Rubailer, Page 337, Rubai #1
The Price (3/12/17)
There is a place beyond faith and heresy
that is not for all the young and pretty ones who want to get there.
As the price,
one has to give up their life and sacrifice their heart.
Rubailer, Page 65, Rubai #3
Why Does Your Soul Keep Growing? (2/5/17)
Is there a lip from which the smell of Soul doesn’t come?
Is there a heart in which He doesn’t have a trace?
If there are no provisions coming from that famous table,
why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? Continue reading
Only by the Heart (1/15/17)
I asked an old wise mind secretly last night,
“Open to me the secret of this world.”
He lowered his voice and whispered in my ear,
“Be silent. It cannot be said. It can be understood only by the heart.”
Rubailer, Page 250, Rubai #3
O Wounded Heart, Relax (12/18/16)
O wounded heart, relax.
The time has come for relief. Breathe easy.
That peerless Beloved, so kind and generous to lovers,
has dressed as a human and come into this world.
Rubailer, Page 222, Rubai #1
The Water…Becomes the Rose (11/13/16)
When You became the Sun, the light of that universe,
You rose to a dead planet.
You became life. Continue reading
From Words to Ecstasy (11/6/16)
The secret of Truth cannot be understood by asking questions,
gathering information, or spending all of your wealth and belongings.
If you haven’t cried for fifty years with bloody tears, if you haven’t burned your heart out,
you will never find the way from words to ecstasy.
Rubailer, Page 267, Rubai #2
Your Value (10/30/16)
Look in your soul for your lost heart.
Ask for the peace and decision of your soul from your Beloved.
There is the pleasure of the plant of Absence in sugarcane.
But, look for that pleasure in your lips and on your teeth. Continue reading
O Heart, What Are You Waiting For? (8/21/16)
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
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.