Songs of the heart & mystical poetry
When the sun comes up, the earth is flooded with its light; it illumines and uncovers the ugly and the beautiful alike; this is not a fault of light; neither is light defiled by illumining the defiled. It’s the nature of sun to shine and to show all things without discrimination. However, I, this changing … More Flooded by Light
To give up this world, this chaos so near and dear to me, to give up this daily subscription to an idealist’s self-torment that has cost me so much! This is my struggle, passing my Sisyphus stone under the thrashings of time while being myself rolled over by it due the self-obliterating gravity of my … More Anonymity: The Cost of Knowledge
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
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
Religion is architecture in time; but what is seen with the eye of form, that is, the forms that constitute the exterior of religion, is in fact an image reflected in time, a mere shadow of the cathedral of truth. Every human work is a design in time; it is extended between its generation and … More Religion & Love
Don’t ever think that you are not home. You are home and you always been home because you are the home. This human life of yours to which you think you belong, this apparently vast cosmos in which you think you reside, all this is just the scenery. Your dearest attachments, your identity and personality, … More The Blanket of Truth
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
Deep deep inside me is sitting a naked man. Though I am in space He is not; though I am in time He is not. In this world I may be a man but in reality I am just His idea. I live this life and He lives me. The man you may know in … More The Secret of The Veil
When I see you, when I lose myself to the irresistible sight of your eyes, to that evergreen noema, I like to light a cigarette and go back to Heidegger, I like to throw myself into that inexpressible abyss of rootless existence, into Dostoevsky’s night walks in Saint Petersburg, into Andrei Tarkovsky’s long shots and … More Fallen Love
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