Weekly Poems

By the Pitcher (11/8/2020) Tonight, the cupbearer is serving wine not by the glass, but by the pitcher. He has plundered every heart and seized all faith. He has served so much wine that a flood has taken away the house of the mind. Rubailer (2016), Rubai 4, page 159. More...

Look (11/1/2020) O soul who has been caught in the hook of the body, look at the fisherman. Don’t look at the fish hook.   In the beginning, you were of that same origin. Look at that origin. Don’t look at this display.   Look at the endless rose garden. More...

Bravery (10/25/2020) One has to be singular and sincere on the way of imploring. One has to embrace troubles. It is not bravery to run towards Union. One has to be brave on the day of separation. Rubailer (2016), Rubai #1, page 363 More...

Many Think This is Easy (10/18/2020) One should not try to avoid Him for even one moment. Only ruin and wreckage come from being distance!   You say, “What could happen? I could come back.” You could, but only if your heart opens its door again.   Many think this More...

I was Amazed (10/11/2020) When I was drinking wine in Your tavern one day, I started ripping off this cloak of mine, this cloak made of clay. In Your tavern, I saw the harmony in its workings and in the workings of the Universe. There was such a balance of More...

Smile (10/4/2020) Come, O wise, intelligent man. Smile at the fool. Come, O one who knows his way. Smile at the one who is lost.   Since you have reached the Sultan who doesn’t need reason, smile at the the cause as well as the effect.   If you are More...

No Signs, No Tricks, No Traces (9/27/2020) The mind may give you what you think is evidence. Love gives you the Beloved, the Friend. What comes from the mind is dirty water. What comes from the Beloved is the Water of Life. You may ascend to the sky with all the More...

I Gave Up Yesterday (9/20/2020) O cupbearer, you are the one who satisfies my need. Serve me wine. Make me happy.   I have become so drunk that I can’t separate signs from words.   My father has pledged me to the wine barrel. My mother has tied me to More...

Such a Love (2/23/2020) Love is an ocean which has no bottom, no boundary. It is an ocean suspended. Love is the secret of the One who has no beginning of the beginning. All souls are drowned in Love.They live there. Hope is one drop of that ocean. The rest More...

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Who is the doctor of the disease which has no cure? Who is our company for this endless journey?   If this is reason, what is craziness? If this is Love, who is the Beloved?   Where is the light which illuminates the world, which is neither More...