Fell in love with a sunrise

Lightning strikes at dawn,
A crescent forms in the horizon,
Your smile glows with intense fire,
I see you for the first time,


It’s love at first sight,
Belittling the horizon is impossible,
Reaching for it is equally improbable,
Yet here I am, trying, always,


I travel in your direction,
Moving as quickly as I can,
Yet the distance between us remains unchanged,
I love you, why don’t you make it easier,


To reach you,
I have to climb mountains,
Swim across oceans,
Travese space itself,


The light years go by,
My love remaining unchanged,
Growing stronger in fact,
Like my unwavering intent,


To be in your glorious divine luminescence,
To be warmed by your Grace,
To be welcomed as a lover,
Only to finally behold the Beloved.


[Rouzbeh]

Separation from You

Listen to the reed (flute),  how it is complaining! It is telling
about separations

(Saying), "Ever since I was severed from the reed field, men
and women have lamented in (the presence of) my shrill cries,

"(But) I want a heart (which is) torn, torn from separation, so that
I may explain the pain of yearning.

[Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi]

The moon has become a dancer

at this festival of love.

This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,

This divine love,

beckons us

to a world beyond

only lovers can see

with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones

who have surrendered.

Once they were particles of light

now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind

the world of deceitful games.

They are the privileged lovers

who create a new world

with their eyes of fiery passion.

[Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi]

A lover asked his beloved,

Do you love yourself more

than you love me?

The beloved replied,

I have died to myself

and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself

and my attributes.

I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,

but from knowing you

I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,

but from your power

I am able.

If I love myself

I love you.

If I love you

I love myself.

[Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi]

My Favorite Book

Over the years,
I came to love books,
I read many many
Books.


Some Western Classics,
Some Greek Philosophy,
Some Christian Mysticism,
MANY Islamic Mysticism.


Each new book read,
Meant more knowledge gained,
More insight into the ordinary,
Enabling the extraordinary.


I began to see God everywhere,
Ah... Yes... God is indeed in the words,
Which I read, over and over again,
He is the inspiration of “Original Thought”.


I read about Heroes and their Loves,
I read about Mystics and their Loves,
I actualized my reading knowledge,
By traveling to new places in far away spaces.


But my favorite book was not obvious to me,
This book has a pale cover, with a tint of hazel,
This book is always changing, forcing me to reread regularly,
This book is my favorite because I see Love the way it is supposed to be.

[Rouzbeh]