May I be washed with the love flowing from your eyes
Let me be dumb by wrapping your words around my mouth like a lasso
I pray for my will and find life in your palms
Let me be the embroidery you embroidered with your hands
May I leave my life in the flesh and disappear in your light
O Beloved! You’ve burned me, I can’t be without you…
Her eyes, which she hadn’t opened for days, opened gently with the force of the moonlight filling her room. The intensity of the fever that had enveloped his body for so long disappeared almost instantly. When he made a move to sit up, he noticed Maryam sleeping by his bedside. His companion, who had not left his bedside for nights, was exhausted. He leaned back gently so as not to wake her; his eyes gazed with deep fervor at the moon illuminating his room with all its majesty, while his heart began to contemplate the paths he had traveled to find his beloved…
When he surrendered the seed of existence, which he held tightly in his palm, into the palms of the Sultan of Love, he realized that there was no existence other than Him. The day he thought he was “buried” in the darkness in the shade of the Juniper Tree was actually the day his own seed was “planted”. His troubles, the meaning of which he could not find, made him cry inside, but the tears that poured down like rain were a diligent “life water” poured out for the seed to crack, and the moonlight illuminating his world was the only need for that seed to flourish. He found the end of the ideas that knotted his mind in knots in the eyes of that “Thin Rose” and became the nightingale of that rose singing with Love. Indeed, that day, he was literally born. The sapling that had blossomed in the center of his heart had turned into a tree in the garden of his beloved, from whose branches the fruits of love would be harvested. His disciples and many others had tied generations to this tree of love, and wounds that were thought to be incurable were healed with the fruits of that tree. How much Aliye loved spring, the most fertile season of love. The fire of love, which warmed and even scorched his heart like the sun, led him to work tirelessly in the way of his beloved in the visible world, and in the subconscious world to want to melt and disappear by stripping himself of his existence. His mind was enlightened by the hair of that beloved, that light illuminated his path, he produced and worked, and his heart continued to run towards her with an insatiable and insatiable desire. At last, the seven colors of the world were slowly making their way towards colorlessness, that is, towards “unity”; but the Body was jealous of this fire of unity burning in the soul and heart, and wanted to join the expedition towards cemâle, and as a result, the fire of divine love surrounded it from inside and outside with all its power. And now the day had come when he would pass through the perimeter of this fire that surrounded him and run towards his beloved…
Aliye was living in a state of deep devotion, giving up all her worldly desires and letting go of her spiritual pleasures one by one. The smile that settled on her beautiful face radiated a light that was the envy of all lights. For a moment, in the shade of the Juniper Tree, he remembered the letter he had left in the palm of his lover’s hand. Yes, Love was a trust, and in handing it over to its rightful owner, the most precious legacy he would leave to this world was the only state. The owner of this relic was Mary, who had not left his bedside for days. This loyal friend, who had been his companion since he opened his eyes to the world, had stood with him at the threshold of the door of mercy that opened to meaning. Mary was generous enough to bear the beloved’s ever-repeated motto: “If you love me, you will love everything that I love. And there is nothing I do not love.” She had the generosity of heart to bear this motto. This was such a heart that it was so vast, so vast, so vast that it was willing to give its life and even everything for the sake of Divine Love. How well it suited him to love only for Allah.
Aliye was taking out a notebook from the drawer next to her when Meryem opened her blue eyes, pale with grief. Seeing the life-giving eyes of her friend, Meryem joyfully clasped her hands in Aliye’s palms. The two friends just exchanged glances without saying a word. Was this a goodbye? No, no, it was a case of two bodies, almost as one, recalling the promise they had made hand in hand in eternity, and as if they had sworn an oath that they would be faithful to that promise. The witness, and the owner, of this transfer was the moonlight that enveloped them…
Aliye leaned back, clasping the notebook she had just taken out in the palm of her friend’s hand. A deep peace and the everlasting light of love had now completely enveloped his enormous face. Finally, he closed his eyes to this world with love and opened them to the eternal world he longed for with love…
Meryem was hugging Aliye with tears falling like pearls from her eyes and crying while inhaling the scent of that beautiful friend. And on the relic left in their hands, the following sentence was written: “This is Love”…
Thrush; Juniper Tree
The names are the same, the meanings are the same;
Only the bodies are different, only the faces are different..
But the names are the same, the meanings are the same…
In memory of Boundless Love, with respect and greetings…
