Songs of the heart & mystical poetry
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
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
What is the human receptacle but a prism that refracts the pure light of the One into the rainbow of infinite divine possibilities, the phenomenal world! This world is lit and known with the light of a consciousness that comes from without and passes through within man. Where I am not, the world too is … More The Sole Dweller of The Void
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 … More Seer Sees only Itself
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