Because You Were Cooked (7/18/2021)

O Beloved, You flew away from this narrow cage.

You freed Yourself from this dungeon of robbers and pickpockets.

 

You cleaned the dirt and dust from the surface of the mirror.

You saw whatever was in that mirror.

 

You had been hearing, here and there, some news.

You went to that exalted world

and saw that news with Your own eyes.

 

You left earth and water to the Earth and water.

Then, You took the substance of the soul

and pulled it to the sky.

 

You became tired of being around the body.

You preferred to go with the soul.

 

You freed Yourself from the mother womb

which is this world

and ran to the father of intelligence.

 

Drink the wine which sweetens the soul with every breath

in exchange for the suffering we gave You.

 

Since You left, the whole Universe has chosen us.

Now, take anything You choose.

 

You went from this Earth’s saucepan

to the table of the other world,

because You were cooked.

 

The egg became empty, without a bird,

because you got out of this Earth’s egg

and flew away.

 

From now on, You will never fit in this world.

Keep flying through it. You like to fly.

 

Be silent. Go away.

They opened Your lock.

Death matched You for the key.

Divan-i Kebir, Ghazal 230, verses 2350-2361, pages 52-53.

Eternal Sovereignty Has Come (4/1/18)

Eternal Sovereignty Has Come (4/1/18)

Blasphemy is dressed in black. Divine light has come.

They are beating the drum of immortality. Eternal sovereignty has come.

 

The Earth has become green. The sky has torn its cuff and collar.

The Moon has split in half once more. Pure soul has come. Continue reading “Eternal Sovereignty Has Come (4/1/18)”

The Light of the Soul’s Mirror (2/19/17)

The Light of Soul’s Mirror (2/18/17)

Look. Look at Me carefully.

Know that I am a friend to you in your grave.

When you are away from the house or store,

I am the one who hangs around with you.

 

 

You hear My greeting in the grave,

although you have never been away from My eyes.

 

All those times you are happy and cheerful,

the times you are sad and in trouble,

I am inside of you, just like your mind and soul.

 

When you hear a familiar sound at night in a strange land,

know that you are secure from snake bites and troubles from ants.

 

The drunkenness of Love offers you wine in your grave,

lights a candle, offers appetizers, and burns incense for you.

 

When you light the candle of the mind,

what yells and screams in the cemetery come from death!

 

The soil of the cemetery becomes confused from these noises, this humdrum,

the beat of the drums of resurrection.

 

You tear your coffin; you plug your ears with fear.

What’s the use of brains or ears when they face the trumpet of resurrection?

 

Wherever you look, you see Me.

Whether you look at yourself or the crowd,

all you see is Me. Me.

 

Don’t be cross-eyed. Open both your eyes.

Look at Me nicely, because on that day,

poor eyesight will make My bright beauty look like it’s far, far away.

 

I appear human, but don’t ever make that mistake,

because the soul is very light, and Love is very tough, very jealous.

 

Never mind shape or form.

Even if I dress in felt, the cloak is still the light of the soul’s mirror;

it shines, becomes a flag, becomes apparent.

 

Beat the drum. Go to the musicians of the town.

The day of manifestation is for the voyager who is maturing on the path of Love.

 

If you hadn’t been after money and goods, if you had kept searching for God,

you wouldn’t see yourself in the coffin sitting next to a ditch.

 

You’ve set up such a house of informers in our town

that you’d better close your mouth now and be a silent informer, just like light.

Divan-i Kebir, Meter 7a, Gazel 125, Verses 1490-1504, Pages 30-341

 

The Hidden Treasure (1/29/17)

The Hidden Treasure (1/29/17)

We are the hidden treasure of this muddy world.

We are the owner of the land of Eternity.

Once we pass through the darkness of this mud,

We are Hizir* and the Fountain of Life.

*Legendary Godsend who attained immortality by drinking from the water of life; comes to aid in a critical moment.

                                                     Rubailer, Page 301, Rubai #2

 

Yet, Love Lasts Forever (9/25/16)

Yet, Love Lasts Forever (9/23/16)
Yet, Love Lasts Forever (9/23/16)

Life is short. Breaths are numbered. Yet, Love lasts forever.

We stretched our legs and laid down under the shade of the heart,

Watching the plain of Love extending in front of us.

Who cares if there are hundreds of days of resurrection on that plain?

Rubailer, Page 241, Rubai #3

How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)

How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words... (3/6/16)
How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words… (3/6/16)

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. Continue reading “How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words Explain the Secrets? (3/6/16)”