I said, “O heart, you are in deep trouble.”
He responded, “I am content with my situation. Are you?”
I answered, “You need a remedy for your mind.”
He said, “If you are looking for a remedy, you are crazy.”
Rubailer, Page 460, Rubai #1
You eat kebab and drink wine.
But, know this well: You are eating and drinking in a dream created by you.
Once you wake up, you will still be hungry and thirsty.
The water you drink in your dream will never satisfy your true thirst.
Rubailer, Page 457, Rubai #1
Man’s heart is like a candle: It should be lit and shine.
There is a void in man’s soul because of his being separated from the Beloved. That void needs to be repaired.
Know, O ignorant one who understands none of what makes or breaks a heart, who neither smiles nor cries,
Love isn’t knowledge to be learned, but something to be encountered,
Rubailer, Page 449, Rubai #2
I am Joseph of Canaan.
My face like the Moon is the witness to that,
although no one has asked for proof, for a witness from the Sun. Continue reading “There Is Always a New Day (3/4/18)”
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.
Rubailer, Page 432, Rubai #1
Don’t be deceived when destiny raises you high.
Don’t brag, because before you are dropped by destiny,
you must first be raised. Continue reading “See Absence (2/18/18)”
The one who sees You with his heart becomes ecstatic.
The ones who are lost in thought are blind.
Hundreds of branches scatter roses and flowers to you from the Land of Absence.
Why did you cut down the tree of contentment?
Rubailer, Page 389, Rubai #2
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)”
I am not the man you think you know, you think you see.
Even if you could see, you wouldn’t recognize me.
You are unable to see anything but images,
because you are asleep, confused.
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