The mind is a bondage to lovers and the ones on the journey, O son.
The road is clear, obvious if you break your ties, O son.
The mind is an impediment. The heart is a deception.
The soul is a curtain. The body is coarse.
The road is hidden because of all this heaviness, O son. Continue reading “Once Love Comes to Talk (10/29/17)”
The words which come from Soul are a curtain to the soul.
The fog which comes from the sea hides the coast and the sea’s pearls. Continue reading “A Curtain to the Soul (1/8/17)”
The secret of Truth cannot be understood by asking questions,
gathering information, or spending all of your wealth and belongings.
If you haven’t cried for fifty years with bloody tears, if you haven’t burned your heart out,
you will never find the way from words to ecstasy.
Rubailer, Page 267, Rubai #2