It comes to me that I am out of this world today.
It comes to me that today, I am hidden from my self.
I grabbed the knife and cut off my existence.
Now, I don’t belong to me or anyone else. Continue reading ““Yes, that is me.” (1/31/2021)”
I don’t know how I became annihilated from that wine.
I don’t know where I am because of the beauty of placelessness.
Once I was at the bottom of the sea.
but then I rose like the sun. Continue reading “The Light Calling Out (1/3/2021)”
Your soul is so close to my soul
that I know whatever you think.
I have even better proof than this.
Come closer so I can show it to you. Continue reading “Come Closer So I Can Show It To You (11/29/2020)”
Who is the doctor of the disease which has no cure?
Who is our company for this endless journey?
If this is reason, what is craziness?
If this is Love, who is the Beloved? Continue reading “The Lesson of Silence (9/6/2020)”
Who is it that gives taste and charm to color and shape?
When He hides, form becomes like a child of the devil. Continue reading “Who Is It? (5/3/2020)”
My heart appreciates Beauty.
Why should I run away from the Beloved?
The dagger in my hand is a good one.
Why should I turn my face away from battle? Continue reading “If I Miss this Opportunity Now (4/5/2020)”
At first, like others, I preferred being my self.
Although I was aware of my existence, I did not comprehend my being.
Because I could not see, I did not recognize who I was.
I was merely hearing my name.
Finally, and only when I went out of myself completely, I saw my real being.
Rubailer (2016), Rubai #4, page 45.
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.
Love is completion, completion, completion.
The self is imagination, imagination, imagination.
This divine light is majesty, majesty, majesty.
Today is the Day of Union, Union, Union!
Rubailer (2016), Page 287, Rubai #4
The words which come from the soul are a curtain to the soul.
The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the pearls of that sea.
It is a great task to get involved in philosophical discourses.
But, the explanation is the curtain to the Sun of the Truth. Continue reading “Throw Away This Image (10/7/18)”