One cannot reflect our fire, nor can one articulate the secrets of our heart. Our early morning sighs are not confidants with whom we share our troubles, nor is a friendly soul even to be found to hear those sighs. We are not the pearl which has been...
There is a sea which is not far from us. It is unseen, but it is not hidden. It is forbidden to talk about. Yet, at the same time, it is a sin and a sign of ungratefulness not to. Divan-i Kebir, Volume 1, ghazal 97, verse 1205, page 230.
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
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 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
Wake up from sleep. Jump. Look: A brand new morning is coming, dancing and tapping his feet, asking for friends. The brand new morning is coming from the sky. (more…)