Weekly Poems

Love Murmurs (3/27/16) There is nothing remaining in my ears but Love’s murmur. There is nothing remaining in my soul  – no reason, no thought – only the sweetness of Eternity. The colorless brush of Love has mixed all colors; Now, it can’t even remember its past. Rubailer, Rubai #2, Page More...

Thanks Are Getting Longer (3/20/16) Even though You wear course woolen stuff, You are the King of Kings. Even though You are hidden from eyes, You are the fire in the soul, the remembrance in the heart.     You entered as a form, dressed with shape. But, You are More...

You Are Sober Today (3/13/16) When you fall in Love, you become crazy-insane; You become tied to the chain of saints. Today you are deprived of that chain, Because you are immersed in life; you are sober today. Rubailer, Rubai #1, Page 396   More...

How Could Stumpy-Tailed Words… (3/6/16) Wake up from sleep.  Jump. Look:  A brand new morning is coming, dancing and tapping his feet, asking for friends. The brand new morning is coming from the sky.     O my life, why do you sit? It is time to drink wine, get drunk. More...

Come to Us from Us (2/28/16) Unless your soul has been intimate with this door for a long time, Unless your heart has been filled with the pain and sorrows of Love, You will never find a road to us from your self. You should give up your self and More...

“Be Like Me” (2/21/16) A moth plunging into the fire told me, “Do the same.” He was burning, fluttering his wings and telling me, “Be like me.”     The oil lamp is filled with oil.  Its wick is knotted, burning with its broken neck. At the same time, it More...

No Joy or Happiness without Love (2/14/16) There would be no joy or happiness without Love, No beauty, no harmony in existence. If hundreds of raindrops fell from the clouds to the sea, Not even one would conceive a pearl without Love. Rubailer, Rubai #3, Page 156 More...

This Is a Gift for You (2-7-16) You are hiding your heart from me, pretending you don’t know anything about it. You are mixing up words and all the letters of the alphabet as if you don’t know how to write.     I am the one who has written More...

“Are You Ashamed of My Love?” (1/31/16) If I suffer through His love silently, He gets bored. If I open my heart, jealous people fight with me. If I protect the glass of my heart, He says, “Are you ashamed of My love?” Rubailer, Rubai #4, Page 205 More...

i Am Out of My Self (1-24-16) I want to boil the kettle of the soul, spread bloody foam. I want to say the words of the two universes in one breath, in one effort.   I am out of my self.  I have become a slave of Love. I More...