You have become a selfless
enraptured lover — I know,
You have become totally helpless
on my path — I know.

Desiring madness you have relinquished
religion, heart and reason;
it is not for nothing
that you are disgraced — I know.

Since you left your self
in the tavern,
you have become free
from the shackles of desire — I know.

When you built an idol-temple
in the Kaaba of the heart,
you became transfixed
by idols — I know.

I have news from you
that you have no news of your self;
you have become free
from the need for news — I know.

“I” and “we” is the source
of all agitation and misfortune;
you have become free
from self — I know.

Nurbakhsh, this poem
is not based on erudite style.
Yes, you have become freed
from the chains of the intellect — I know.

~Dr Javad Nurbakhsh

did you ever feel safe in the mystery of your own existence?

inquiry for today~   when the breath is realized, the art of escape becomes obsolete…

how you realize you

You are pure soul and made of the ground.   ~Rumi

 

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