The Void swallows that which is like it, empty and transparent. In that blessed moment what is above snatches from the claws of time what is below and hands it over to eternity.
Oh pole-seeking inhabitants of this imaginary sphere! It recedes as you seek It.
My Being stands, like Muhammad and the circle of friends, before this captivating tale of becoming begun.
Neither human nor angel am I! I am a pure gaze of no origin. I am the seer in all eyes and yet no eye can see me. I am one without a second. How do I bear this eternal solitude! In the whole of this existence no one is found but Me.
My Beloved has come again,
I am light again, light as a feather whirling in the gravity of my Eternal Beloved;
My heart beats again on hearing the familiar echo of Her footsteps;
She is near and the smell of Her colorful perfume is throwing me in ecstasy again;
Tonight She has approached me from a direction unbeknownst to this world;
She has returned from a point at once infinitely far and infinitely near.
My Beloved has come again,
I have beheld those dark, bottomless eyes, the eyes that steal the hearts forever;
With borrowed eyes I have gazed into the abyss of infinite love;
I have been absorbed into Her Prakriti,
Oh my Love, this heart knows no master but You;
By your grace I have been humbled into that blessed Oblivion but this time I like to be that playful child in the shore of your boundless beauty; my Beloved, let us just play.
This wavering raft can’t withstand even a glimpse of Your blinding face, so let this affair be as it is from behind the Veil of Time; let me be soaked in Your majestic traces but gaze not in my direction, for Your piercing stare shatters me to the bone.
My Beloved has come again,
I am overcome by this fountain of joy; I am Majnoon tonight;
Tonight I am transformed into Her harp again; Oh my Beloved, let Your fingers wound the lifeless fibers of my spirit so that I may sing again the songs of heart’s eternal Eden
Oh, the Hidden Treasure, the Animator, The Possessor of my states, how beautiful is your sound and sight! How intoxicating is Your merciful breath to a heart in spiritual poverty!
Water finds the thirsty, rain finds the crop; abundance seeks scarcity and scarcity abundance,
But my Beloved! I am not thirsty, neither lacking; I am thirst itself. So my Love, come my way, because my union with You is in my annihilation in You,
But devour me not; let me gracefully and slowly dance my way into your Supreme Sakina
Oh, My Beloved has come again
Fear not my friend. Go where you have to go; do what you have to do.
Nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever gained. You are the light of the world. How can you ever be worldly?
You are already enlightened. God damn it, act like it.
Don’t strive to find the truth. Remember that you are the truth.
You can never know something that you don’t already know. You can never become something that you aren’t already.
You thirsty friend, wake up and see that you are the ocean.
You are deluded into thinking that you are a separate self. If that were true, then how could you know what is separation!
Separate things can never find each other unless they are found in relation to a whole. You are that whole. You appear both as parts and as whole.
You are not what you’re told to be; you are that which is at liberty to accept or deny what it’s told to be.
You’re not what you believe; you are the holder of all beliefs. Let go of all beliefs and see your true face for the fist time.
You’re forever undefined, for you are that which defines. You are forever free, for you are that which binds.
O’ man, you master chain-maker! Your bondage is of your own making. You are the architect of your own prison.
Don’t seek to get out of this maze of a world; see that you are the mazed and the maze at once.
Don’t seek to find and define yourself. Seek the seeker. See the seer.
Past and future veil God from our sight; burn up both of them with fire.
How long wilt thou be partitioned by these segments, like a reed?
So long as a reed is partitioned, it is not privy to secrets, nor is it vocal in response to lip and breathing.
The now is a whirling Dervish; it whirls and it worlds.
The Dervish sees; the Dervish sees,
A seeing that hides; a seeing that shows,
A seeing that lets be; a seeing that lets go,
One veils; one unveils,
One is the farthest; one is the nearest,
One is the eye; one is the I.
But, alas, how easily the trance slips past our hasty glance!
The Grand Magician told us this secret:
Yearn and remember,
The truth is not in holding; it is in withholding
He looked away and sighed,
This world is a mirage in the vacant gaze of the One
Wherever I turn I see the face of God,
My pain is god; My pleasure is god;
My worst moments is God; me best ones is God.
Then, what do I have to complain, if good is God and bad is God!
All I wanted was to dwell at the serene feet of God; there I am.
And as long as I am there let it be good or bad, pain or pleasure; I welcome them with my cheerful face, for they are all God in disguise.
We see pain only when we think ourselves to be vulnerable and mortal. The moment we see ourselves as immutable and immortal, we see only God.
What we see depends on what we consider ourselves to be, for we get what we think we deserve to get.