The Sign and Evidence (7/30/17) You are the light of my heart, the peace and comfort of my soul. You create troubles and, at the same time, You are the trouble. They ask me, “Where are the signs, the evidence of the Beloved?” But, the lack of signs and evidence is More...
“You Are Not Mud. You Are This Gold.” (7/23/17) Don’t you see? Thirst is telling water to go away. Hunger is turning its nose up at bread. The tunnel is angry at the sun because it doesn’t want its light. What a crazy, stupid, unfortunate situation this is. The gold More...
A Secret Rose Garden (7/16/17) He is a secret rose garden which bushes are concealing. He appears in hundreds of different shapes, but He is the only one. He is a coastless ocean that covers everything. One wave from this ocean becomes hundreds of waves in every soul. Rubailer, Page More...
Every Image Is Born from You (7/9/17) I am not the man you think you know, you think you see. Even if you could see, you wouldn’t recognize me. You are unable to see anything but images, because you are asleep, confused. Ask me how I am with More...
So Think About… (7/2/17)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
Just Think About… (7/2/17) I have so much excitement in my heart that it is intolerable even for the sky. Majnun and Layla* can’t see my exuberance even in their dreams. All this exaltation is only a small portion of the Beloved’s, so think about how it is in that More...
“Let Me Tell You Something” (6/25/17) For my Beloved, it is to break hearts. For me, God’s grace has given me Love. What beautiful sustenance is this? Even my head is gone. Let it go. After all, it’s only a head. I am saved from head, from hat, even More...
One Has to Be Brave (6/18/17) One has to be alone on the way of imploring. One has to look for and embrace trouble. It is not bravery to run towards Union. One has to be brave on the day of separation. Rubailer, Page 343, Rubai #3 More...
That’s How Sweet It Is (6/11/17) He said, “Let me offer soul’s wine to you, so you won’t be oppressed with anxiety and sorrow. Never mind sorrow. Every merry one will pledge joy to you. “I will make you an angel with two hundred wings and arms, such an More...
A Colorful Show (6/4/17)
Category: quatrain (rubai), Rumi Poetry
A Colorful Show (6/4/17) This is the time for war, O soul. Put on your arms. It is getting late, O soul. Don’t hesitate. This world is nothing but a colorful show, O soul, with a cat-and-mouse fight on every corner. Give it up, O soul. Give it up. More...
“Thanks to God,” You Say (5/28/17) If you don’t know me, ask the dark night about me; the night is the confidant of lovers and the witness of the crying and wailing ones. But, night and what happens at night is not the most important thing here. Lovers show thousands More...