Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)

Hundreds of Gifts (11/30/2025)

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)”

The Way to That Place (9/21/2025)

The Way to That Place (9/21/2025)

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.

A Funny, Bizarre Back Road (9/14/2025)

A Funny, Bizarre Back Road (9/14/2025)

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)”