
It is customary for Love to eat faith like a meal.
Love doesn’t go after bread or the worries of life;
Its table is set beyond day and night.
So what is fasting? An invitation to a secret feast.
Rubailer, Page 335, Rubai #2
O sword of time, pull out from the sheath of space.
Dive into the sea like a fish.
Swim this endless sea of meanings. Continue reading “Do You Know What Love Is? (4/3/16)”
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)”
I want to boil the kettle of the soul, spread bloody foam.
I want to say the words of the two universes in one breath, in one effort. Continue reading “I Am Out of My Self (1/24/16)”
O stone-hearted one, turn the soul into a sea full of pearls.
O, the hair of the Beloved looks like night;
Create dawn in the middle of the night. Continue reading “Dive for the Pearls (1/10/16)”