O mortal, this is the Master of all the East.
This is the lightning from the cloud which scatters pearls.
Whatever you say is based on reasoning alone,
whereas He tells what he sees,
and that is the difference.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 70.
You have said so many times, “I have given up words. I prefer silence.”
Yet, you turn around words, so much so that you have turned into talk.
You sail with words’ ship on the sea of thought,
that sea which you have not renounced and which words’ ship never will.
Rubailar, Rubai #2, Page 454.
Every mind becomes confused when it sees Your face.
Every face is scratched by Your Absence.
I have become drunk because of Your reproach.
I don’t even know if Your pure wine is better than a sedimented one. Continue reading “I am at Peace with Him (11/18/18)”
Last night, I secretly asked an old wise mind,
“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 (2016), Page 270, Rubai #3
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
O head, you are the reason among reasons.
O flesh, you are the stranger among strangers.
O heart, you are the desire among desires.
O soul, you are the joy among joys.
Rubailer, Page 417, Rubai #3
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
Once more, we have given up our heart, mind and soul.
The Beloved has come. We will stay out of the way.
We have turned our back on existence. Our direction is Absence.
We have found the One whose trace is unseen.
We have given up the trace. Continue reading “Absence Is for Heroes (11/12/17)”
Ask me about the essence of insanity on the way of Love.
Ask me about the soul that is gone and lost, about the mind turned upside down.
Ask me about the days filled with hundreds of events.
Ask me about the deserts burned by the fire of blood.
Rubailer, Page 388, Rubai #1
The mind is a bondage to lovers and the ones on the journey, O son.
The road is clear, obvious if you break your ties, O son.
The mind is an impediment. The heart is a deception.
The soul is a curtain. The body is coarse.
The road is hidden because of all this heaviness, O son. Continue reading “Once Love Comes to Talk (10/29/17)”