O gardener, autumn has come, autumn has come.
See the signs of the heart’s sorrow on the leaves and branches.
O gardener, listen carefully. Hear the cries of the trees.
There are hundreds of souls, hundreds of souls
wailing silently everywhere. Continue reading “Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)”
O Love, You have cracked me into pieces
as if I am a false idol.
I’ll take you to the Judge.
Nobody asked me to be a witness.
I am a witness of my own accord. Continue reading “These are from You (10/5/2025)”
O sky, you ask where I learned this whirling?
I learned it from the One whose face is like the Moon.
I am a particle to His sun.
I learned this trembling, this dancing from Him. Continue reading “Where Did I Learn…? (9/28/2025)”
I am from the Soul who is the Soul of souls.
I am from the place which is of no place.
The way to that place has no end.
Walk there without head, without feet.
He is the head, and His are the feet.
The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations, Volume 3, rubai 1346, page 219.
O Universal Intellect, don’t keep creating figures.
O Universal Soul, break your pen.
O searching man, don’t look for footprints on the surface of the water. Continue reading “A Funny, Bizarre Back Road (9/14/2025)”
Be lost in grief, O soul.
Patience is the key to suffering.
Be lost in grief, so that in the end,
He will show His face to you.
Patience is the key to suffering. Continue reading “Patience is the Key to Suffering (8/31/2025)”
O friend, if you do good to others,
you better yourself a hundred times.
Even if you turn your face in this way,
maybe you will get to know Us. Continue reading “Maybe You Will Get to Know Us (8/17/2025)”
An image appeared to my eyes, saying,
“I’ve come from the rose garden of my Beloved
and the quarters of the Tavernkeeper.
Look at my sleepy eyes. Continue reading “Because I Endured (8/3/2025)”
This time, I really got involved with Love
and separated completely from devoutness.
I am no longer alive because of my heart.
I am alive with something else.
I burned my mind from the bottom up
and did the same with my heart and thoughts. Continue reading “The Fragrance without Words (7/20/2025)”
O lovers, O lovers, I will turn dirt into jewels.
O players, O players, I will fill your tambourines with gold.
O thirsty ones, O thirsty ones, I will become the Cupbearer today.
I will turn this barren land into Heaven and make it flow with the River of Heaven. Continue reading “O Lovers, O Lovers (7/6/2025)”