The Situation Is Not Like That (8/20/17)

The Situation Is Not Like That (8/20/17)

Between the darkness of sleep and the light of awakening,

in the dark of evening, I saw such a person!

 

He was a traveler with such a beautiful face, on his journey to the Holy Temple.

He was pure wisdom, the light of awareness. Continue reading “The Situation Is Not Like That (8/20/17)”

A Colorful Show (6/4/17)

A Colorful Show (6/4/17)

This is the time for war, O soul. Put on your arms.

It is getting late, O soul. Don’t hesitate.

This world is nothing but a colorful show, O soul,

with a cat-and-mouse fight on every corner.

Give it up, O soul. Give it up.

                                                     Rubailer, Page 342, Rubai #4

Our Exuberance (2/12/17)

Our Exuberance (2/12/17)

We keep turning like the sky with the Love of the Moon.

Only God knows our business.

Considering the things that happen in this world,

we wonder how smart people can keep their minds in their heads.

Yet, they wonder about our exuberance.

                                                    Rubailer, Page 35, Rubai #2

It Is Time (1/1/17)

It Is Time (1/1/17)

How long will we be satisfied by the shapes and appearances of time?

How long will we watch and sniff after existence?

I am tired of the materials and creatures of the present; it is time to see that Beauty of Beauties.

But, when I look at Him, I see my image. When I look at myself, I see His.

                                                    Rubailer, Page 296, Rubai #2

 

“And We Will Go That Way” (10/2/16)

That Is Enough for You (1/17/16)
“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.

 

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Yet, Love Lasts Forever (9/25/16)

Yet, Love Lasts Forever (9/23/16)
Yet, Love Lasts Forever (9/23/16)

Life is short. Breaths are numbered. Yet, Love lasts forever.

We stretched our legs and laid down under the shade of the heart,

Watching the plain of Love extending in front of us.

Who cares if there are hundreds of days of resurrection on that plain?

Rubailer, Page 241, Rubai #3