The dust of my body is the veil of the face of the beloved of my soul
happy is the moment when from off this face, I cast the veil
Even so, this cage is no good for a sweet singer such as me
I will go to the rose garden of paradise, for I am a bird of that field
It is not clear why I came where I went
my regret and pain is that I have been heedless of my own affair
Oh how I circumambulate in the space of the holy world
but in this flat, compounded abode, I am bound to my body
If the scent of musk issues from my heart’s blood
do not wonder, my friend, for I am the musk gland of Khotan
Do not look at the golden embroidery of my cloak like a candle
for there is burning hidden within this cloak
Come and take Hafez’s existence from him
so that by your being, none will hear from me that I am
You look through my two eyes,
you are closer to me than myself
Your light shines brighter than the moon
Come into the garden so that the glory of the rose garden is humble
that it may be more beautiful and blooming
than a hundred gardens and rosebeds
so that the cedar will hide its height in shame
that the tongue of the lily will declare you more lily than itself
When you are kind, you are the candle of the soul, soft and pliable as wax
When you are aloof, you are more iron than iron
Do not be wild because you will meet her face to face
her charm will make you as cool and pliant as the earth
Throw away your armor and bare your chest at the moment of the battle
There is no better protection nor armor than her.
That’s why in every Sufi retreat, all the openings are sealed shut
so that from your light the house becomes more illuminated.
Not asleep but like dreams
that night when golden light beams
spread glowing rays from her center part
and emanated from her Light filled heart
In a darkened archway cloaked she stood
head covered by her dark green hood
behind her a gloomy narrow hall
painted by dusty shadows on the wall.
Exotic cat like penetrating eyes
shown the beauty through her disguise
A stoic reverent pose
as the Light from within her rose
Known as the Light of heaven and earth
From within the heart comes Allah’s birth
as the Light is guided to whom He wills
and into the soul the knowing spills.
For those that wonder what becomes of this
for the righteous waves of eternal bliss
Paradise is not a solid place
but a Light filled spiritual space
if you stay awake
for an entire night
watch out for a treasure
trying to arrive
you can keep warm
by the secret sun of the night
keeping your eyes open
for the softness of dawn
day is to make a living
night is only for love
commoners sleep fast
lovers whisper to God all night
Excerpts from “Rumi, Fountain of Fire”
From the pleasure, joy, and rapture of this hour,
In its frame to hold its soul earth scarce hath power.
Rent its collar, like the dawning, hath the rose;
From its heart the nightingale sighs forth its woes.
Dance the juniper and cypress like the sphere;
Filled with melody through joy all lands appear.
Gently sing the running brooks in murmurs soft;
While the birds with tuneful voices soar aloft.
Play the green and tender branches with delight,
And they shed with one accord gold, silver, bright.
Like to couriers feet, the zephyrs speed away,
Resting ne’er a moment either night or day.
In that raid the rosebud filled with gold its hoard,
And the tulip with fresh musk its casket stored.
There the moon a purse of silver coin did seize;
Filled with ambergris its skirt the morning breeze;
Won the sun a golden disk of ruby dye,
And with glistening pearls its pocket filled the sky:
Those who poor were fruit and foliage attained;
All the people of the land some trophy gained.
“Tea! thou soft, thou sober, sage, and venerable liquid,… thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wind-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.” ― Colley Cibber
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” — Langston Hughes
“Beauty exists, even in unlikely places. The key isn’t to open your eyes but to open your heart.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
“I believe in the uncommon, the unusual and unlikely, even the miraculous.
I believe in nearly all things except impossibilities. That I can’t fathom. ”
― Richelle E. Goodrich,
In my hallucination
I saw my beloved’s flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the spirit of love
Now I am sober
There is only the hangover
And the memory of love
And only the sorrow
I yearn for happiness
I ask for help
I want mercy
And my love says:
Look at me and hear me
Because I am here
Just for that
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
Oh sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I, too, have been covered with thorns
The Fragrance of the Rose
The disciples were absorbed in a discussion of Lao-tzu’s dictum:
“Those who know, do not say;
Those who say, do not know.”
When the master entered,
they asked him what the words meant.
Said the master, “Which of you knows the fragrance of a rose?”
All of them indicated that they knew.
Then he said, “Put it into words.”
All of them were silent.