Weekly Poems

In a group meeting with Hasan Shushud back in the 1970’s, Jonathan Boulting related that this was one of the bits of wisdom Shushud shared, with the caveat that his English might need some reconsideration: GRIEF: Our contract with Eternity. Mr. Shushud spoke often about our inborn nostalgia, our longing More...

From Beyond Love (12/25/2022) The fragrance of the rose garden and orchard is coming. The fragrance of that tender-hearted Beloved is coming.   My Beloved has scattered so many pearls that the sea is now up to my waist.   Bushy, thorny places appear softer than satin and silk because More...

The Heart (12/18/2022) My life has passed in the great sweet pain in my heart. My heart isn’t concerned about that sorrow. It simply recognizes and accepts it.   I was sitting, waiting, until I came to understand what my heart wanted. Then, I started leaping with joy.   My More...

This Should Be Enough for You (12/11/2022) O heart, you and His troubles are here. This should be enough for you. When you fall into the troubles of Love, the soul becomes your slave and servant. Once you drink a glass of wine from His hand, you will no longer More...

His Comfort. His Torture (12/4/2022) My wish is God. My disciple is God. I give my old to God. I give my new to God.   I have been laid down under the feet of fate and accident.   This payment has nothing to do with being clean or dirty. There More...

You are the Divine Light (11/27/2022) You are the divine light of the sky. The place where you belong is the throne. If you were to go faster on the way to God, you would rise to the sky. Aren’t you ashamed of dragging yourself like a shadow on the More...

Sometimes (11/20/2022) O heart, what did you find in all of your lootings, in those pillagings where you spread out all of your belongings? What did you find before you closed the door?   In this ruined building, you still keep making webs with your own saliva in order to More...

O One who keeps me awake with Love, O One who is the light in the darkness of this life, I am a harp in Your hands. You keep plucking my strings, asking, “Why do you cry?” Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 431. The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations More...

The One who sees everything as permissible is the soul who has tasted that Divine Wine. ******** The only one who tastes such Wine is the one who has long shed his own blood. He bleeds from his lungs, while that Wine rejuvenates them.   The One who becomes immortal More...

If you eat less, you will become alert and bright. If you eat more, you will become foolish and lazy. Your misery comes from your gluttony. If you want respect, eat less. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 3, page 420. The Rubaiyat of Rumi, The Ergin Translations (apprx.pub. 7/2023), Rubai 906, volume More...