Weekly Poems

Love is flying to the sky and tearing hundreds of curtains.   Love is to be free from the self in the first breath, to be lifted above the feet from the first step.   Love is to consider this world unseen and to see one’s own eye.   O More...

I don’t have any friend except Love. Love was with me before I came into this world, and Love is still with me. My soul yells, “O lazy one on Love’s way, come on. Hurry up. Reach me.” Rubailer I2016), Rubai #1, Page 38. Reach Me (4/28/19) More...

O Kingdom of Love (4/21/19) O Kingdom of Love which opens hearts in the world! O one who has had good fortune, been honored by the secret of “God does what He pleases!”   O the joy that is hidden in the torment of Love! How wonderful, how wonderful is More...

His Game of Love (4/14/19)First, He pampered me with a thousand favors.Then, He burned me with a thousand troubles.He played with me as if I was nothing more than dice in His game of Love.But, when I died from myself and became Him, He finally threw me out.Rubailar (2016), Rubai More...

The Summit of His Sorrow (3/17/19) Nothing, not even rose or basil had helped me. I said to myself, “Be silent. His bow doesn’t match my shield.” Then, I was shot from that bow like a three-winged arrow. Even so, I reached the summit of His sorrow without the help More...

The Waves Become Exuberant (3/10/19) Our heart feels good today, because You drank its blood yesterday. May it do You good.       You showed Your moon face yesterday. Yet today, You manifest in thousands of shapes and hide Yourself in thousands of covers.   Our heart prostrates in More...

Words’ Ship (3/3/19) You have said so many times, “I have given up words. I prefer silence.” Yet, you turn around words, so much so that you have turned into talk. You sail with words’ ship on the sea of thought, that sea which you have not renounced and which words’ ship More...

From the End to the Beginning (2/24/19) We are brave, insolent revolutionaries who play with our own lives.   It is a pity that this muddy flesh is the peer of our pure, clean soul.   Everyone goes from the beginning to the end. Yet, we go from the end More...

The Beyond (2/17/19) Some people tell stories about the Beyond. Some expect help from the Beyond. Souls keep running out of bodies secretly, looking for the Beyond. Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222. More...

Our Voices and Screams (2/10/19) We have gone. Best wishes to the rest. Those born here on this planet always die here.   The One who lives above knows that falling rock will surely hit the ground.   Don’t be so angry. Relax. On the Earth, masters and pupils are More...