I’m at the opera in 21st century Istanbul. What I’m watching is like a revival of legendary wisdom from the 13th century. I’m looking at death on the stage across from me, the death of humanity and the surrender of souls. You are the Gracious…
In Sufism and other mystical currents, man in his normal state is man in name only. He resembles a treadmill pony whose eyes are blinkered against reality. Reality is hidden inside man in the depths of the heart. I struggled a lot I searched earth…
My eyes exist to see You. My hands exist to reach You. Today I set my life on your Path — Tomorrow I will find You. Today I set my life on your Path, so tomorrow you may know my worth; Don’t give me Paradise…
(Yunus Emre, (born c. 1238, Turkey—died c. 1320, Turkey), poet and mystic who exercised a powerful influence on Turkish literature.) The drink sent down from Truth, we drank it, glory be to God. And we sailed over the Ocean of Power, glory be to God….
