
His image in your heart offers endless favors,
just so you won’t look anywhere else. Continue reading “Grow Your Wings (8/16/2026)”

His image in your heart offers endless favors,
just so you won’t look anywhere else. Continue reading “Grow Your Wings (8/16/2026)”

O one who has good intentions, start your journey now.
Find that Beloved who can direct you in the right way.
Search everywhere for that One who will give you happiness.
Seek the road to reach Him.
Where is that great One? How can you find Him? Continue reading “This is Eternal Blessing (5/24/2026)”

If you want to find You, hurry up and start searching.
Put yourself like a pot on top of Love’s fire.
Boil up. Become exuberant.
Don’t amble around aimlessly.
Come to a boil quickly.
Let Him burn you, ruin you, so that you can find that pearl.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 4, rubai 1441, page 34.

My Beloved was walking about the garden yesterday, saying,
“O Great Greenness, there are hundreds who tolerate Your oppressions.
But, is there anyone like Me?” Continue reading “Fire Teaches Eternal Living (3/8/2026)”

Troubles for me are cooking
in my Beloved’s kitchen of grief.
Every moment hundreds of different meals of sorrow
are being served to my table.
The scent of a burning heart
surrounds my table all the time.
I wonder. Where is this scent coming from?
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1387, page 240.

O gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come.
See the signs of the heart’s sorrow on the leaves and branches.
O gardener, listen carefully. Hear the cries of the trees.
There are hundreds of souls, hundreds of souls
wailing silently everywhere. Continue reading “Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)”

O Universal Intellect, don’t keep creating figures.
O Universal Soul, break your pen.
O searching man, don’t look for footprints on the surface of the water. Continue reading “A Funny, Bizarre Back Road (9/14/2025)”

All this conniving for Your Love
has gotten me nothing.
I have shed bloody tears,
but my suffering has gotten me nothing.
I have found no relief from this pain.
But, how could anyone help?
All my troubles are nothing.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1298, page 195.

When the Lover breathes, flames spread throughout the Universe.
One breath shatters this illusionary world into particles. Continue reading “When the Lover Breathes (5/11/2025)”