Enough! (6/12/2022)

Enough! (6/12/2022)

Man makes plans and takes appropriate measures,

but he doesn’t know his fate.

Once God enters the scene,

all his plans and measures disappear.

 

Man thinks, but his sight is limited.

He uses all his cunning, but he is far from being Godly.

 

If he is successful when he takes two steps, he takes two more.

He has no idea in what direction God will pull him next.

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Don’t be ostentatious.

Yearn for the kingdom of Love.

Love is the One to save you from the angel of death.

 

Be silent. Choose a place. Settle down.

Wherever you choose, that King will set you up there.

 

You can be sure that all the people you see

are in the prison of death.

A prisoner cannot get you out of jail.

 

Enough!

How long are you going to flirt with the blind?

How long are you going to yell at the deaf?

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 20, Ghazal 25, verses 267-273, pages 51-52.

Not Even a Small Part of This Comes from the Sky (11/21/2021)

Not Even a Small Part of This Comes from the Sky (11/21/2021)

Is there a lip from which the smell of soul isn’t coming right now?

Is there a particle of the heart in which a trace of Him doesn’t reside?

 

If there are no provisions coming from that famous table,

why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? Continue reading “Not Even a Small Part of This Comes from the Sky (11/21/2021)”

Your Only Dress can be the Light of the Heart (5/23/2021)

Your Only Dress Can Be the Light of the Heart (5/23/2021)

You are such a moon that You don’t fit in the sky.

You are such water that You cannot be contained in a river.

 

You are such a pearl that You exceed the oceans.

You are such a mountain that You cannot fit in any valley. Continue reading “Your Only Dress can be the Light of the Heart (5/23/2021)”

Songs and Screams (6/28/2020)

Songs and Screams (6/28/2020)

Every night, the specter of my Beauty praises the attributes of my Essence

and talks about the Absence of my Essence which proves my Existence.

 

The Sultan of chess of the seven stars sends a sign

from His ayn*-like eye and cim-like ear which checkmates me.

 

If I were to pick an apple from that tree and split it in half,

such an amazing Beauty would be born.

Grapes would cover the whole world.

Wine would overflow all around my gardens.

 

If I took the Quran in my hand and, in confusion, it slipped from my hand,

His face would become ten verses of the Quran

and His lips would turn into a verse for me.

 

The world is Mount Sinai. I am Moses.

I am out of my self. I have gone beyond my self.

The world keeps shaking, but the only one who knows

is the one who walks that road where I paid my dues.

 

The soul’s sun rose and said, “O lazy ones, get up.

When I reflect on the mountain, even my smallest particles keep moving.”

 

Be silent.

I have cried and yelled so much that hundreds of centuries will pass

and the world will still turn along with my songs and screams.

*ayn and cim  Letters of the Arabic alphabet.

Divan-i Kebir, Volume 15, Ghazal 40, verses 459-465, pages 90-91.

Why Does Your Soul Keep Growing? (2/5/17)

Why Does Your Soul Keep Growing? (2/5/17)

Is there a lip from which the smell of Soul doesn’t come?

Is there a heart in which He doesn’t have a trace?

 

If there are no provisions coming from that famous table,

why is every particle chewing cud like a camel? Continue reading “Why Does Your Soul Keep Growing? (2/5/17)”

The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17)

The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17)

If Love has the desire to embrace and kiss someone,

who could resist, my friend, who could?

 

When the Sultan goes hunting, the place where He hunts smiles.

But, when the Sultan becomes the hunt, what can you say to that? Continue reading “The Smoke and Saliva of Thought (1/22/17)”