I am not the kind of lion which fights with the enemy. I fight with my self. That's enough for me. I have become dirt for Love's feet, but am settled in the knowledge that I will rise from the ground like a rose, like an iris. (more…)
O one who has flown out from this narrow cage, O one who has gone to the heights of the sky, From now on, you are starting a new life altogether. What is this aimless life? (more…)
Now the tree branches are blooming fresh flowers. When they lost all their leaves, they could still see the pearls in their hearts, so they stayed standing up. They didn't lose hope. They didn't break. They didn't even bend. Rubailer (2016), Page 211, Rubai #3
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. (more…)
We are in a season that is as auspicious as the Beloved’s Union. The candle of the soul wakes up when the body dies. When lightning strikes, the clouds start crying. That makes the garden smile. Rubailer, Page 389, Rubai #4
I asked, “O shining Beauty, where is Your house?” He answered, “In your broken heart. I am the sun, shining into the ruins. O Love’s drunk, destroy your heart. Then, it will become My palace.” Rubailer, Page 373, Rubai #1
Watch death. How does it come back to life? Look at how the free cypress has become a slave, a servant. Watch and see how these loose, decayed boxes and coffins are filled with soul, with Love and knowledge. (more…)
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...
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...
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
I am a slave and servant of the One who takes me to His soul, The One who makes my garden and meadow green. He shows me to the world and makes me famous in one moment, Then changes me to one without name or fame in the next. Rubailer, Page...
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…)