The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,
don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want,
don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth accross the doorsill,
the door is round and open,
don't go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you,
the price of kissing is your life!
Now, my loving is running towards my life,
shouting, "What a bargain, let's buy it!"

One has to be a seeker,
but before becoming a seeker, one must become a lover.
You cannot become a lover if you have filth of worldly attachments.
World is here in front of us
to give us experiential knowledge and understanding
that it is a changeable, transient entity.
Laugh, sing, dance, make love, have children, 
create houses, money and power,
and yet in a moment, death snatches everything
and leaves you shivering, shaking in fear
and ultimately drowning in unconsciousness.

It is not possible to taste the Divine wine of Love
if you haven't met a sheikh, a mystic.
One has to become a ney, a reed flute;
One has to become empty, hollow
then all the poetry, all the music, will come through you.
This Divine Love occupies heart and mind
and then all universe seems 
as if it is just the Beloved peeping to us,
from behind the sun, behind the stars and moon,
flowers and trees, men and women, children and old.

Once this Divine Love makes its roots in the heart,
the person gets overwhelmed, 
drenched in this beautiful experience
where the mind goes into the zone of silence.
The whole universe then exhibits the Divine dance of Love.
The one who has surrendered to the Lord, is called a sufi
and sufi sings the zikr.

La illaha ill allaah - there is no reality but God,
there is only God.
Zikr has three parts: the first is the denial of everything visible,
second is the explosion into the individual,
and the third part is the outbreathing of Divine presence, HU;
Sufi sings HU - that which is, that which was, and that which will be.

World becomes nothing more than an image,
stitched with gold thread on the tapestry,
just a playful addition.
Drunk in love, the lover calls out in longingness
to the one who resides in the heart
but still seems so far.

Nobody wishes a heaven if the price is death,
nobody will wish for immortality if the cost is death
but this is what Love is - death
But from this arises the resurrection of a new you -
pure, virgin, loveful
and now the calls of the heart get answered.
Until the ego is alive, there is no possibility of Love to happen.
When darkness of ego is blown away with longingness,
urgency, search of the truth, this becomes possible.

For Jalaluddin Rumi it happened
when Shams-e-Tabrizi arrived
and stole his heart and mind
and then, the Love occupied this vacuum.
While someone asked Shams, 
whose head was full of ideas and desires,
he said, "Tell me about Divine mystery."
Shams said, "I cannot tell you the mystery.
I can tell this mystery only to someone
in whom I can see myself.
This mystery I will tell only to myself.
I don't see myself in you. I see someone else."

The mind has to be emptied
of all attachments, greed, passion, darkness
and for this the teacher, the sheikh,
has to hit lovefully
until the mind is shattered.

The existence of the Beloved cannot be proven physically,
nor is it a fantasy.
This presence at best has been given many, many names
in different cultures,
yet the presence remains nameless.
You may call it Allah, Brahman, Reality, Truth
or any other word,
because that is what best a mind can try to do,
give the name to the nameless.
The sheikh is a mirror, a reminder of that presence,
understanding of this mystery comes through the sheikh,
and it transforms all the energies of the seeker.

Rumi said, "I have phrases in whole pages memorized,
but nothing can be told of Love
you must wait, until you begin to live the Love;
be patient, utterly patient.
The journey which begins from Love towards God,
a moment comes in this journey
when finally the union happens,
all boundaries get dissolved,
and this "I" is no more different from that.
As Al-Hillaj-Mansoor cried out, "An-al-Haq", "I am That"
and then, total emptiness.

"I" is no more
so who will call whom?
Just a vast emptiness,
which is best described by sufis as HU
- that which exists.
HU means that which was and will be.
No word can ever contain the infinitude presence,
once the consciousness arises after this volcanic experience.
On asking, "What happened to you?"
Sufi says, "Hu..."