If
you try to
pour the whole ocean
into a pot, it doesn’t work. You can’t
put enough in to satisfy even one human being
for a single day. The eye of a greedy person is the same:
always full, never satisfied. Only when an oyster
becomes content and stops trying to drink
the whole sea can it settle down
and make a
pearl.
Whoever
is torn by spiritual love
is cleansed of greed — this and every
other weakness. Be happy with this love! It’s a
very good deal — the cure for all pain, the medicine for
our arrogance, the great teacher. Bodies made of earth ascend
to heaven because of love. Mountains walk and dance
because of love. Mount Sinai got drunk
with love, and Moses’s donkey
exploded into
light!
Like nay,
the reed flute, I have
stories to tell you. Anyone separated
from the Friend has hundreds of stories, too,
but no tongue to tell them. If you let the flowers
wilt and the garden die, there aren’t any
more songs from bolbol, the
nightingale.
This
whole universe,
every thing and not-thing,
is the Beloved. The lover, just a reflection
of that. It’s God’s face that’s alive, not the mirror!
If a person doesn’t have the courage to love, he’s
a bird without wings. No one can be conscious
without the light of the Friend,
but with that love,
you can see
truth.
If
your mirror isn’t
reflecting the Beloved,
then polish
it.
translated by Behzad Ghorbani,
