I am the lover of light, servant of The Light, The Beloved, through His beloved (SAW). I am the servant of the truly praiseworthy, the glorified, my master, The Truest Mercy for all the Worlds of The Merciful, The Truly Beautiful Creator, The One before before, and after afters – the only name worthy to be written next to The Throne, for all these Times are truly the story of the True Lover and The Only Beloved. These worlds are the perfect love story. My life is only a flawed replication of that eternally recurring love story. So is all. گفت نوح ای سرکشان من من نی‌‌ام ** من ز جان مرده به جانان می‌‌زی‌‌ام‌‌ Noah said, “O ye headstrong ones, I am not I: I am dead to the (animal) soul, I am living through the Soul of souls.

“For I am the energy in the creative wave of life. It carries me. I am the wave, I am the energy, I am the thought, I am life, I am, and I am nothing..” After the within moment loss of my worlds, my home having no answers roaming around searching breaking, without a clue of what just happened, simply trying to hold on forever to the poetically ironic last words of my love “You’re mine and I am yours. This is not the end, we will never end” – I am here, fighting my demons that have mostly kept me paralyzed for the past 2 years, recreating my worlds that broke. I will not complain. The mercy of my life is that I have seen not much other than consistent failures and betrayals. I did not like the worlds you created. I will not complain. Thank you for breaking all my delusions of any knowledge, of any claim, of all my egos. I am a nobody. I have absolutely no knowledge. “For I am the energy in the creative wave of life. It carries me. I am the wave, I am the energy, I am the thought, I am life, I am, and I am nothing..” After the within moment loss of my worlds, my home having no answers roaming around searching breaking, without a clue of what just happened, simply trying to hold on forever to the poetically ironic last words of my love “You’re mine and I am yours. This is not the end, we will never end” – I am here, fighting my demons that have mostly kept me paralyzed for the past 2 years, recreating my worlds that broke. I will not complain. “For I am the energy in the creative wave of life. It carries me. I am the wave, I am the energy, I am the thought, I am life, I am, and I am nothing..” After the within moment loss of my worlds, my home having no answers roaming around searching breaking, without a clue of what just happened, simply trying to hold on forever to the poetically ironic last words of my love “You’re mine and I am yours. This is not the end, we will never end” – I am here, fighting my demons that have mostly kept me paralyzed for the past 2 years, recreating my worlds that broke. I will not complain. The demons of depression that one finds to be a curse, have surprisingly started becoming my companions of productivity, of my convictions of love. Their continuous reminder that today is my last day, that my times may unveil my beloved’s return, or my return to The Beloved any moment now – keep me obsessively finally completing most thoughts or ideas without a break, given of course when I am able to break the shackles of my demons. Most of what you will find here, are historical. Unfortunately, it has become almost impossible for me to return to an idea once I find it resolved, no matter how lucrative. So here, with no power, with no knowledge, knocking on The Door to True Knowledge and Power, begging the strengths and merit to recreate worlds only of love, where all are welcome. Where the houses of those seeking heavens are burnt, putting out the flames of those that burn in hell. For our journeys are beyond infinities, never ending, always returning towards The Light, never reaching. So come, return, whomever you are, infidel heretic, religious: leave your I, and return. For in the house of love, there is only place for the beloved. The delusion of I must be left behind. For such are my recognized thoughts; all borrowed ideas, all unspoken words, none unoriginal in creation.

گفت چون سقراط در نزع اوفتاد بود شاگردیش، گفت ای اوستاد چون کفن سازیم، تن پاکت کنیم در کدامین جای در خاکت کنیم گفت اگر تو بازیابیم ای غلام دفن کن هر جا که خواهی والسلام من چو خود را زنده در عمری دراز پی نبردم، مرده کی یا بی تو باز من چنان رفتم که در وقت گذر یک سری مویم نبود از خود خبر دیگری گفتش که‌ای نیک اعتقاد برنیامد یک دم از من بر مراد جملهٔ عمرم که در غم بوده‌ام مستمند کوی عالم بوده‌ام بر دل پر خون من چندان غمست کز غمم هر ذره‌ای در ماتم است دایما حیران و عاجز بوده‌ام کافرم، گر شاد هرگز بوده‌ام مانده‌ام زین جمله غم در خویش من بر سری چون راه گیرم پیش من گر نبودی نقد چندینی غمم زین سفر بودی دلی بس خرمم لیک چون دل هست پر خون، چون کنم با تو گفتم جمله، اکنون چون کنم گفت ای مغرور شیدا آمده پای تا سر غرق سودا آمده نامرادی و مراد این جهان تابجنبی بگذرد در یک زمان هرچ آن در یک نفس می‌بگذرد عمر هم بی آن نفس می‌بگذرد چون جهان می‌بگذرد، بگذر تو نیز ترک او گیر و بدو منگر تو نیز زانک هر چیزی که آن پاینده نیست هرک دلبندد درو دل زنده نیست When Socrates lay close to death, a youth — Who was his student in the search for truth — Said: ‘Master, when we’ve washed the man we knew And brought your shroud, where should we bury you?’ He said: ‘If you can find me when I’ve died, Then bury me wherever you decide — I never found myself; I cannot see How when I’m dead you could discover me. Throughout my life not one small particle Had any knowledge of itself at all!’ ”

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I am the lover of light, servant of The Light, The Beloved, through His beloved (SAW). I am the servant of the truly praiseworthy, the glorified, my master, The Truest Mercy for all the Worlds of The Merciful, The Truly Beautiful Creator, The One before before, and after afters – the only name worthy to be written next to The Throne, for all these Times are truly the story of the True Lover and The Only Beloved. These worlds are the perfect love story. My life is only a flawed replication of that eternally recurring love story. So is all. گفت نوح ای سرکشان من من نی‌‌ام ** من ز جان مرده به جانان می‌‌زی‌‌ام‌‌ Noah said, “O ye headstrong ones, I am not I: I am dead to the (animal) soul, I am living through the Soul of souls.

“For I am the energy in the creative wave of life. It carries me. I am the wave, I am the energy, I am the thought, I am life, I am, and I am nothing..” After the within moment loss of my worlds, my home having no answers roaming around searching breaking, without a clue of what just happened, simply trying to hold on forever to the poetically ironic last words of my love “You’re mine and I am yours. This is not the end, we will never end” – I am here, fighting my demons that have mostly kept me paralyzed for the past 2 years, recreating my worlds that broke. I will not complain. The mercy of my life is that I have seen not much other than consistent failures and betrayals. I did not like the worlds you created. I will not complain. Thank you for breaking all my delusions of any knowledge, of any claim, of all my egos. I am a nobody. I have absolutely no knowledge. “For I am the energy in the creative wave of life. It carries me. I am the wave, I am the energy, I am the thought, I am life, I am, and I am nothing..” After the within moment loss of my worlds, my home having no answers roaming around searching breaking, without a clue of what just happened, simply trying to hold on forever to the poetically ironic last words of my love “You’re mine and I am yours. This is not the end, we will never end” – I am here, fighting my demons that have mostly kept me paralyzed for the past 2 years, recreating my worlds that broke. I will not complain. “For I am the energy in the creative wave of life. It carries me. I am the wave, I am the energy, I am the thought, I am life, I am, and I am nothing..” After the within moment loss of my worlds, my home having no answers roaming around searching breaking, without a clue of what just happened, simply trying to hold on forever to the poetically ironic last words of my love “You’re mine and I am yours. This is not the end, we will never end” – I am here, fighting my demons that have mostly kept me paralyzed for the past 2 years, recreating my worlds that broke. I will not complain. The demons of depression that one finds to be a curse, have surprisingly started becoming my companions of productivity, of my convictions of love. Their continuous reminder that today is my last day, that my times may unveil my beloved’s return, or my return to The Beloved any moment now – keep me obsessively finally completing most thoughts or ideas without a break, given of course when I am able to break the shackles of my demons. Most of what you will find here, are historical. Unfortunately, it has become almost impossible for me to return to an idea once I find it resolved, no matter how lucrative. So here, with no power, with no knowledge, knocking on The Door to True Knowledge and Power, begging the strengths and merit to recreate worlds only of love, where all are welcome. Where the houses of those seeking heavens are burnt, putting out the flames of those that burn in hell. For our journeys are beyond infinities, never ending, always returning towards The Light, never reaching. So come, return, whomever you are, infidel heretic, religious: leave your I, and return. For in the house of love, there is only place for the beloved. The delusion of I must be left behind. For such are my recognized thoughts; all borrowed ideas, all unspoken words, none unoriginal in creation.

گفت چون سقراط در نزع اوفتاد بود شاگردیش، گفت ای اوستاد چون کفن سازیم، تن پاکت کنیم در کدامین جای در خاکت کنیم گفت اگر تو بازیابیم ای غلام دفن کن هر جا که خواهی والسلام من چو خود را زنده در عمری دراز پی نبردم، مرده کی یا بی تو باز من چنان رفتم که در وقت گذر یک سری مویم نبود از خود خبر دیگری گفتش که‌ای نیک اعتقاد برنیامد یک دم از من بر مراد جملهٔ عمرم که در غم بوده‌ام مستمند کوی عالم بوده‌ام بر دل پر خون من چندان غمست کز غمم هر ذره‌ای در ماتم است دایما حیران و عاجز بوده‌ام کافرم، گر شاد هرگز بوده‌ام مانده‌ام زین جمله غم در خویش من بر سری چون راه گیرم پیش من گر نبودی نقد چندینی غمم زین سفر بودی دلی بس خرمم لیک چون دل هست پر خون، چون کنم با تو گفتم جمله، اکنون چون کنم گفت ای مغرور شیدا آمده پای تا سر غرق سودا آمده نامرادی و مراد این جهان تابجنبی بگذرد در یک زمان هرچ آن در یک نفس می‌بگذرد عمر هم بی آن نفس می‌بگذرد چون جهان می‌بگذرد، بگذر تو نیز ترک او گیر و بدو منگر تو نیز زانک هر چیزی که آن پاینده نیست هرک دلبندد درو دل زنده نیست When Socrates lay close to death, a youth — Who was his student in the search for truth — Said: ‘Master, when we’ve washed the man we knew And brought your shroud, where should we bury you?’ He said: ‘If you can find me when I’ve died, Then bury me wherever you decide — I never found myself; I cannot see How when I’m dead you could discover me. Throughout my life not one small particle Had any knowledge of itself at all!’ ”

Ahmad Hanbal and the beggar Ahmad Hanbal, a man renowned and wise, Whose knowledge no one dared to criticize, Would when he felt his mind inadequate Consult a barefoot beggar at his gate. If anyone discovered him they’d say: ‘But you’re our wisest man in every way; When one of us is called upon to speak You scarcely hear our words — yet here you seek A barefoot beggar out; what can it mean?’ Ahman Hanbal replied: ‘As you have seen, My commentaries have carried off the prize; In matters of hadith* and law I’m wise — I know more worldly things than him, it’s true, But he knows God — much more than I can do.’ Look at this action well before you claim A justice that does not deserve the name.

I am the lover of light, servant of The Light, The Beloved, through His beloved (SAW). I am the servant of the truly praiseworthy, the glorified, my master, The Truest Mercy for all the Worlds of The Merciful, The Truly Beautiful Creator, The One before before, and after afters – the only name worthy to be written next to The Throne, for all these Times are truly the story of the True Lover and The Only Beloved. These worlds are the perfect love story. My life is only a flawed replication of that eternally recurring love story. So is all. گفت نوح ای سرکشان من من نی‌‌ام ** من ز جان مرده به جانان می‌‌زی‌‌ام‌‌ Noah said, “O ye headstrong ones, I am not I: I am dead to the (animal) soul, I am living through the Soul of souls.

Ever too prone is mans activity to shirk,
In unconditioned rest he fain would live;
Hence this companion purposely I give,
Who stirs, excites, and must, as devil, work.

God said to Moses once: ‘Go out and find
The secret truth that haunts the devil’s mind.’
When Moses met the devil that same day
He asked for his advice and heard him say:
‘Remember this, repeat it constantly,
Don’t speak of ‘me’, or you will be like me.’
If life still holds you by a single hair,
The end of all your toil will be despair;
No matter how you prosper, there will rise
Before your face a hundred smirking ‘I’s.

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