Solution to a Mystical Book of Epigrams


1

The circle of our coming and our going
Melts here in infinite knowing
Such that has no beginning
Or shall maybe ever have an end

For no one can ever in this world explain
The love that bears the pain
Through centuries of the Keeper
Who arranges the body of this universe

That nothing is truly good or evil
It just is what it is and evolves
Finally to decay and start again
I leave a drunkard of time and place

And holy tears stream my eyes
Not for my little portion of profit or children
Not for experience or her legacy of trials
But because I know everyone stands

In a limited place, without freedom
Only occasional moments of outbreaks
That might last but a few seconds
Of eternity, and so my days are spent

Circling and tracing the way back
To the source, as if in rehab from unity
I must accept this divided world
As a lonely place or as a solitude yearning

For another kind of bliss, I am friendless
Among so many people, so many routines
That barley have time to say or thought at all
If the one I love is God, do I need any friend?

Treatise on Attar II


77

The home we seek is in eternity
my spirit has wandered
across endless countries

I have experienced
the pouring of so much grace
to live, to love, and i have looked

everywhere, for Your love –
then suddenly I am filled with it
as a mystic ecstatic with the source

i have felt famine in my veins
and been a slave among peoples
but my prayers have been my light

my poetry the last drop of devotion
that was my strength, when i was weak
my life was the opportunity that was given

if I ignore it, if I waste it –
i will only turn to dust
either way, i will one day live in eternity,

as a spark or a cloud or a gem
or a filament of gold after stars
kiss each other coyly.

Treatise on Attar


59

I doubt my doubts and thus
I have come to faith, at a Conference of the Birds
It is never too late, to respect divinity
The natural order, the secrets of the sun

Beguiled was I by worldly affairs
Like dreams of evanescent dew
One day I awoke in the hammock of my pain
divine love still thrives, in inextinguishable pain

The vital essence still pushes us on to live
To open our hearts to a universe of riches
It belongs to all-times, all peoples
I’ve learned to doubt my doubt

And mistrust nihilism, relativism, uniformity
Faith to me was always a greater lover
Knowledge, too arrogant; Love, too naive –
Faith dances to break the mind’s control

Until all the cells chant some ecstatic sutra
“the home we seek is still eternity”,
None could endure this bliss’s proximity
How strange it was that nature could wait so patiently

Since love has spoken in our soul at every year
Since the galaxies first felt warm turbulence
To her invitation we have hidden for dawns
That never truly realized how to wake

Lawlessness appeared to be her law, we felt
There lived a secret king in nature’s pristine order;
I’d rather die deceived by dreams, than give
My heart to home and trade, and never live.

Travelers like Rumi


110

O traveler, if you are in search
Of that which brings bliss
Experience will bring you not to the soul

But mirror neurons grasp like gems
The glistening of energy
pure and simple, listen for the voice

that brought you here, to this world
don’t look outside, look inside –
look inside every face to feel it

look in every country to discover it –
the soul of nations, the art of history
the springtime of the spirit

Is not for lovers, but for lovers of God
that sea which is full of pearls
those stars that are stones of light

like rubies, where the soul is whole
in emptiness and simplicity
O traveler, if you are in search

for that which is the home of unity –
drink water, as the first salt
and kiss your wife, as the setting sun

the proclamation of heaven comes in many forms
do not be afraid to lose anything
when everything can be gained

at the lips and horizons of your soul
it is a fountain made of tender transparency
a soul-force whose cry echoes in all creatures.

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