Songs of the heart & mystical poetry
The fall is here. It has made itself felt, from the inside; from the deep. The fall is vigorously marching toward me, the ground shaking more and more and I am trembling out of fear and uncertainty. The fall’s magnificence precedes its face. I love the fall. I love how the fall smells, I love … More Liquid Jesus
I wear a mask made of nothing, you don’t see it on my face but I feel it all the time. The story has it that I am hideous, but god knows who has that story! I wove the mask I wear with the labor of time; it is a conglomeration of conflicting stories teamed … More The Play of Masks
Logos is a threat to the intrinsic ambiguity of existence; it fragments an existence already shredded by time. Logos is the form-giving principle, and I despise form; but the lower soul despises form too, for it is only in moral and existential ambiguity of my Being that it gets to wallow in the filth of … More For the Love of Shadows
United in our essence we are differentiated only in the aspects we manifest of that essence. Like the petals of a flower we were once in the same seed; when the flower’s time comes we all return to yet another seed form, for yet another bloom. This world is naught but a glass prism my … More A Dance Called Being Human
To know the truth is not the same as having a theory or a belief system about reality, however logical or scientific they may be; rather, Truth discloses itself naturally when we stop superimposing on the stream of consciousness our own theoretical/theological interpretations of reality. Truth is always in front of our eyes, hidden in … More Seek not, See!
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 … More Find Me If You Can
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 … More The Traces of My Beloved
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 … More You Are The Maze
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. Jalal-uddin Rumi
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. … More The Ecstasy of Consciousness
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