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Friday, August 12, 2016

Sufism – The Way of Love

Dust off your wings
you escape
into the night’s sky

You have been caught
here in this mortal
coil

But now you hear
the true sounds
the drum
calling you back home
upwards onwards
to the beyond

You are lovesick
you are weary
you are homesick
you are sleepy

You have been
sucked in
and swallowed
up by the sweet smelling
rose gardens

But now your ears
are pricked
you are ready to hear
you are ready to come
back to me

You are ready like
a long lost lover
to come out of that
tavern of men

and to enter into
a field of new
ecstasies

You are ready
to be emptied

in order to be filled
with a new type
of brew

A celestial concoction
to awaken
mind body and soul

The arrow does
pierce thy heart
your soul gazes
upwards

Fly!

I am the ant
caught in the granary
I am so happy
to be hear
surrounded by this
feast of morsels
and morsels
of bread crumbs to eat

And so I try
with all my might
to lug out the biggest
fattest grain
which I can see


I find myself
within

Having turned my back
I know turn in

I set sail in a new
direction

Compass
Canvass
Skylight

In Sight
Light
Luminescence

Horizon

Within my mind
the birds
fly

and squawk
and I listen
with patience
to find my

dove

Do not worry
about me

Let me go
I’ve known all there
is to know

about hardship
about toil

I’ve been locked
and chained
I’ve
been suffocated
with soil

but they can’t
take away
what’s
in my heart


The Window
to my chest
cavern
opens wide

inside there
is Light!

Feathers strewn
left
and right
and below
me

Leading the way
to a thousand
kingdoms
of friends
and nobility


There are many
who are skillful
at setting traps

to catch
what their eye
desires

they’ve mapped out
the whole world
in turns

creating fleeting affections
loose connections

they feed off of
applause
and complimentation

they play games
without
going by the rules

they change
according to their mood

and if they see you
too
they will try to trap

Run Away!
Be free

Come
with me


He who knows
the Truth

put away your
Song and Dance

no need
to play the puppet
in the parades

let them pass
by

go in Silence

Like Children
they rub up against
each other

looking for a cheap
thrill

but this is not intimacy
Like Children
they play cowboys
they shoot their
guns
and pierce their knives

but in War
there is
no Joy


As the day
turns to eve

the night’s sky
brings rain
down
upon me

and jovial men
drunken slovenly
singing cajoling

I turn away
I go home

the pillow is calling

Each thing
in this world

contains its own
meaning

a mirror of
infinity

reflecting
back

in its own way
that which
is
has been

and always
will be


I lost my
camel

and everyone is quick
to give me directions

to find him
over the hot
and cool stones
of the desert sand

but it is
I who is lost

will they help me
find Him


You sought the
comforts
of comforting things

but the soul
yearns for more
for pain

in order to grow
unrestrained


Contained within
your body
you are
a world unto yourself

but remember
you too
are the World


In Love
all things find
their home in me

like a night’s sky
galaxy

aligned

I may be tiny
within the vast
infinity of world
that lay
in front of us

like beach sand
and Ocean mist

but my eyes
take it
all in


We feel connected
to those who
are kindred spirits

man and woman
we are one

Let your mind point
towards
the angels

not the stables
of stagnant
pause


The night’s sky
changes
unending

comets meteors
rising

but the Sun
stays fixed
in its transcendent
bliss

Calling to Me

Some desire
to dwell in the company
of men

others to escape
to the mountains

either way
let Love lead
you to where you need
to be

twigs and rivers
stones and trees

its all the same thing

He who does
not desire
to be other
than He

is Freedom

Knowing what is right
and true

pursue
Goodness
over-flowing like a Volcano

pent up too long

Find peace
in overcoming

dichotomy
like sugar
melt into that absynthan
water


The Water
The waves
that crash down around my little ship

at the end of the day
its just
foam

and mist

Learn to be your
own teacher

to drink of your own
milk

you chew food
now
go
out

into the world
and suck
Wisdom
from
the marrow of bone


The World
is more
than we see

more than we
believe

more than we
need

but everything
everything

we Seek

Listen
to the soft tunes
and inflections

intonations
in the sound
patterns of life flowing by

get caught up in
the river-streaming
meaning

why

Hearken your ear
forward
to hear
what’s inside

you saying
tonight


Through lightness
of being
comedy

we
can teach

through deadly seriousness
we preach

have feather-hands
go down
softly

to raise up
high


The world
is very real

keep your feet
planted
down

so your mind
can inhale clouds


The world
of man
is not as things
should be

always
where evil men
are placed
atop as kings
and princes
and emperors

presiding rule
Do not worry
every building
which collapses
is first
made

tall

Running around
we go in circles
trying to find the flame
that burns us


Time is a dagger
which plunges
into my heart

in the meantime
I strive
I struggle
to live with heart


We try our best
to get the most
out of ourselves and others

but sometimes
it just doesn’t happen
like we’d like

blood does not
come from a stone

but human might

Like a Magnet
I draw people to me

and also
do I repel

and so I cast
my spell


Tomorrow
you will find
the meaning
of tonight’s
doing

Come and Go
the Wind knows

you will find
out too
when you hear

subtle

Our lifetimes
are cruel

filled with pain
and suffering

be strong
in knowing


I seek the
Friend

who will be
there for
me

in the Dark Night of the Soul

I am a mirror
reflection
of
my self

I cannot hide
what I see
inside
of me


In those
moments when we lose
ourselves
we become maddened
and sad

its for a reason
keep looking

ahead

We suffer
when we
no longer
hear
the sound of our
own drum


Long for Mystery
for Mystery
is Life


Like a bird
we fly
fly
fly far away

from what doesn’t
seem right
at the time

welcoming in
the air beneath
our wings

to land in new
resting places

whatever may come

The gazelle
put in the pen
with the other animals

yearns for his home
for what
he knows
for what feeds his soul

with Love
rosehips
sweet grass
daffodil


What do we do
with the time
we’re given to inhabit

this fair land
is it what
we want
to be doing

what we need to be doing
what is our destiny?

The Old Man
walks around with
bitterness in his eyes

having not
found his true Companion

he wonders why
be careful with that knife


I am stuck
caught up in other people’s
fictions

I am thirsty
parched
looking for just one
glimpse

of answer

Remember
when the path of life
is weary

shake off the dust
you are
made of angel
wings


Let your drum Roar
Let your self
be heard

You are doing
Good

do not by shy
do not be timid
do not be afraid

to Learn

I was asleep
half
the time
walking through life
like a zombie-mind

but the grey
dove spoke his
song-sweet

and reminded
me

it’s time to eat

By seeing
that which we
have been
through

the scar tissue
we shall
mend

and overcome

We fight
We quarrel

like lovers do
but in those
holes
we fall

we find heaven
not hell


Sometimes
we
must
stay
up all night
in
order to
see the

Sun

When I struggle
and shrivel
in pain

I realize
I’m on the path
to something

and the smile
spreads like butter
on my
face again


Grief and Pain
Strife and Sorrow

these are our
tools and ointments

pointing us on
the path of right
and Enlightenment

know them as a Blessing
disguised as folly


Joy is like
the night’s sky

let is wrap
you up

and put you to bed

You are a Duck
the Ocean speaks
your name

Go from
whence you came


Though
you struggle
in flits and flutters

the water
knows
what nourishes
your breast


We are
the mirror
and its reflect

we are the water
and the jar
that pours it


Remind
your mind
of time
to
let go

and you will
be found


Having broke
free of
shackling
ivy

go like the fish
away from the
beach

go like the birds
to the sounds
sweet

go like the drum
to hand-beat

Embrace
the Freedom
which
has found you


You grasp
for the fruit
of a particular
tree

and miss the Orchard
of pomegranates

You sit and listen
to the laugh
of a woman
who scorns your nose

whose face is
leather
who is a lizard

she breathes hot
and heavy in your
face

when will you taste
what you were
truly meant
to eat?


Just when
it seems
everything
is falling down
around me

here comes another
brick upon my head

Life
Lesson
Lead the way

the bump will heal
I will be OK


Sometimes
we don’t see
what’s staring us in the
face

the answer
to our questions
given
before they are posed

poised we miss
that which
is given

Gave when Reception
was needed

My mind is dizzy
from sensory overload
like the wine
which flows
over the cup
into my hands

so is Life’s
Joy and Sorrow
with no end


We breathe
celestial air
with our angel
lungs

but pick away
at crumbs like
chickens
in stables

too
Man
Dual


Like a snail
we go slowly
slowly slow

but if we move
forward its in the right direction

our spade
might hit dirt
or sand
or even manure

but so long as we keep
digging

we go further

Without You
there
is no love

Without You
I am
a dove

lost at Sea
with no
land

to touch

Late at night
in my little rowboat

the stars
engulf me

Darkness
I struggle to stay afloat

My cap
has fallen
off my head

as I ran around
instead

of being still
but that’s OK
I can
pick it up

or make a new one

I dwell within
the
hearts of man
and women
and child

Through Connection
we begin to see
an image of
ever-transcendent
reality

Running giddy

The World will last
forever
but we are finite

Sad but True
However when
we Unite

we taste
eternity

if only for the moment
of delight


I am the flower
stem

moved by the wind
Pollinate me
divine being

keep me filled
with merriment
and Joy

and I will let my petals
fall


Be responsive
to what speaks
to your heart

and tell all evil men
I’m Sorry
but your disease
and death

is meant
for someone else


We are nurtured
by that
which gives

Mother!
Earth!

I’m sorry for our sins
Embrace me once
again

I am hear
Listen

I can

Today we find
ourselves with time
on our hands

do not take the books
of work
and learning
always

but let the musicality
of instrumentation

play

When all is confused
and men
choose to make
golden calves
to honor
false virtues

the falcon
is close at hand
to welcome you back
in

to come home
to your King


The Knowing
of the academician
facts this and that

overwhelms
confounds
like a beard entangled

there is another type
of Knowing
which they do not

that is of
Love Melting
pot


We have been given eyes
to see

Legs to run
and a Soul to yearn
with heart
of love

give and you shall receive

We are taught
and trained
to learn learn learn things

but there is another
kind
of learning

which comes from
trusting what You
already
Know


I have found
myself twisting
and turning
on the edge of
insanity

and that’s how
I knew

I was Becoming

The Soul
contains that which
our intellects
cannot hold

like a flame
which burns
stories untold


Do not carry around
doubt and regret
and hesitation

when preparing
to meet the King


The Philosopher
strives to think things
through to collect facts
to analyze data
to connect the lines
in strong arguments

but the Mystic
he just sits
and is
with the fire burning

When smoke is
seen
do not go rushing into that
smoke screen

but stay with
the candlelight


Our intelligence
can
only get us
so far

in this world of over-thought
torture


Embrace Silence
so that the Answer
can find you


Some things
are meant
to be discovered at a different
time or place

let yourself wander
in wonder
and awe
of Life

and one day you will meet
your true wife


Remove the baggage
which carries
you
into dark caves

so that you can Fly
to the sky

light as day

Be careful
not to delight
too much in tying
and untying knots

remember
the point
is to be free

to live as nature
intends you to be

not to get
caught up in
verbal
emotional or physical

gymnastics

Not everyone
is ready
prepared for the journey

it takes
to transcend the limits
of theology

and enter
god-wrestling


The know-it-all
strives
through intellect
to make a bed
to rest

to find a good
argument

to convince himself
he knows best

to be dead
serious

The lover
and mystic
do other-wise

striving to melt
into the unknown

to embrace it for
what it is

to find meaning
in the meaning
of drowning
in


All that was
solid
melted away

so I could
be super-fluidity


That discriminating
mind
you love so

let Go!
and be
transcendent being


In Love
we do Crazy things

we bask
in that which
can’t be explained


I went out into
the world searching
for answers

but then I came
to find myself

what I
was looking
for

at home

Do not load
your donkey-ass
with too much books
and knowledge

be free
lightweight
carry only what you need

so you can
be agile
like wind-flown tree-leaves
and pour forth
smooth

like tea

Those who seek
to commune

find rhythm and tune
where others
only hear
gnarls
and mash

Part II
There are things
which go
beyond

the ability to Speak

When everyone else
is stumbling and bumbling
and drunk

I am here
Clear
Light
Vision


Back and forth
the mercury mind runs
off with its messages

but let yourself
bask in stillness

be light and free
and the answers
will come

of their own accordion
playing song


Be wary of those
seeking to fill your gills
with liquor spilt

Be careful whom
you trust
to invest with

Safeguard yourself
and your Love

be mad if you have
to
to overcome


Most men
have ulterior
motivation

they say Peace
but mean
let me get something

they say hello
but really
want to see
your money
parting

holding onions
they desire apples

to forever
replace
their dirty water

with mirk
and sludge


In the marketplace
many men
you will meet
selling their wares

let the angels
guide you

with care

Blessed is he
who has good true
friends

who are there
for him

who help him
in times of need

who bring joy
to his life

together they
form the walls
which keep up
the roof

so their heads
can remain
dry


Let two become
one and make
harmonious Love

like paper and pen
let the rushes
and reeds
go-between
each other
in seem

and produce
beautiful tapestry


The Friend
The Friend

come to me like
sweet desert

and wine
let us
together
welcome in the divine


The frog
and the Lizard
and the ants and the beatle bug

all come
together

in earthen-mud
land

to hum

In the turning
of myself
whirling through life

outpours hate
and anger and sadness
and strife

and love and happy
contentment and joy

and all other
matters
of wave-sin


We all go
back
to ash

but in this life-time
let us
have sweet friends

at our back

Having tasted
true Friendship

no longer do I want
the salt-lips
of courteous
intrusion

of snake-oil
salesman


We are a fish
traveling through
this World

which is
Ocean
find the right
school

and
swim

We are drawn
like Magnets
one to the other

to some
not
all though

Why?
Because
true Friends can
find each other

in the dark

We speak
squeak
mean different things

we do come and go
beings

good to know
good for nothing

just be
manifest
Creativity

its all Wonderful

go towards
that which
always gives-forth


We must all
rest
and relax
ourselves

We can’t go about
stressed
in this world

Steam-engines
must slow
down and stop too


Praise thee
my daily bread
for you give
me sustenance and life

so that I may
direct my heart
upwards
and
open


The Wooden Basket
floated atop the Sea

but then it became
filled with rain

and soon sank
below the surface
to be

completely engulfed
by the Ocean

even the fish
saw it

sink as they swam
past

just think when
its wood will become
sand


When you hear
the Call issued
forth from the lips
of those
who truly know

love it with all your soul
turn towards
it

and turn your back
from those
who cackle and caw


Everything lives in the
same life-world

whether dragon
snake or sheep

castle walls
or closed-in
entrapping
Kings and Queens

Jesters and folly
we all dance
sweet magic

that makes the world
spin on axis


Come to love
the scent of Truth

the fragrance
of Beauty

the sweet
sweet odor
of

Nothing

With words
we cannot
get all the way

but these signs
and symbols
and intonations
may

just may
point us in the
right direction


He who does not
believe in himself

goes to the top
of rooftops
and shouts
with eyes
shut

its so dark out
loud


There are those who
want to escape
because they
don’t like this world

but this world Is
whether
or not
we

believe in its
righteousness


Only through participation
and enrichment
does the vine
grow
and the grapes
blossom
so that the wine
can be made
with squashings and ferment

Oxidize yourself
with nutrient

and find the ecstasy
waiting for you

with time
spent


When a man
was seen speaking
to God as if he were
a person
a thing with shoes
and clothes
and milk-drinking

he was chastized
for humanizing the divine

but God came down and
said “Each unto his own
he speaks of shoes
and feet you of King
and throne”

do not separate those
who are truly
pious from their pathways
whether Muslim
or Jew

there is magic made
in following through


Things done
happen
better or worse
no matter

when
course of time
is going going

and

Let the Waves
roar let them
tumble Me

Let me be knocked
over
Let me drown
in their fury

Let me be overwhelmed
because Life is meant
to be lived

not just painted
on some landscape


Just as the baby
grows to be
a boy
then a man
then an old man

Wise Sage
so too you do
journey
with
every footstep made


My Spirit
came to me and
said
I will lift you up

don’t worry
you don’t
always
have
to be

weary

Sometimes
it takes the cry
of a child
to remind
us of
why we
are supposed
to act like adults


Let prayer
go through you

Let it serve
you as a time
of rest

Let it transform
you

Let it consecrate
you

Let it be
and be
with concept

of Yes

The Waves
are pushed
to shore
by a gentle
guiding hand

Roar-land

The Sun
illuminates the whole
world

creating playgrounds
for boys
and girls
and flowers
and squirrels

We are all beggars
until given
our daily dose
of vital life


All of the sciences
and mathematics
and theologians
and logicians
and religion

would be at peace
dissolve melt into
each

and retreat
if we would but
act with Love
only


Shhh
Relax
don’t try too much
too hard too fast

just Relax
and
everything

will pass by

Say Yes
Say No

be dumbfounded
and found

be silly-stupid
and resound

lie still
and

and
Circle run round
comes to its
own end


Be prepared
and it will come

Be thirsty
for Water-fountains

Make your throat
smooth and soft
not hoarse

and milk will
drip


We were meant
to cry

that is why
we can

Lament!
and let
She
who helps
give

all He can

There are some
who will come
to the aid
and rescue
of anyone
anything
anywhere

because help
is called for

they are the true Sages
the great men
who go like water
wherever
they need to be

they’ve taken the
cotton out of their
ears

so they can hear
weeping


Like birds
with one leg
tied together

they pull at each
other

so neither
can fly


The true Warrior
is tested

by the metal
of his heart

not spear or shield
he thrusts
himself forward
into
Oceans of Love

not
battlefield


Our insides
are jungle-like
animals
reside

Hogs and Snakes
and Butterflies
too

The winds of our breath
may kick up any
sand dust clouds
or man

be careful
Pursue

When the rest of the town
is sleeping

content with their days
work

stay awake
and let the moonlight
be your guide

to do the soul’s
hurt


Do not harm
your neighborhood
for it is yours

Do not harm
yourself

Do not twist your own
arm
or steal the bread’s scent
from under your
own nose

Be Strong
Man


The Good and
The Bad
are
together always

that’s just the Way
embrace them
like your robes
cloth in hand

for the lightest
step still
kicks up dust

and

The spokes
turn some for the
better and some
for the worse

be the air between

No longer striving
you can
no longer
love

Love
is a Struggle
like Jacob
who wrestled
with the Angel

above

Beyond right
and wrong
there is a field

I will meet you there.

This life
of human experience

is an experiment
in learning
to be hospitable

to all visitors
at our entrance


Don’t turn away
negative thoughts
immediately

they might
have something
too
to teach


Let yourself
go in sleep

do not feel guilty
your body
needs to be
warmly embraced
by pillows and blankets

before you can
be
ready
for the day’s tromping


Do not get hung
up on
Ones

and Twos and Threes
listen the sound
of sound waves
clapping


Do not seek pleasure
from outside
things

sex and wine
have it come from within
in intimacy
flowing

divine

You are
and you aren’t
or at least you won’t be

you will
but not in the same
way

differently

We see surface
with our eye-vision

but penetrate
deeper
to mind
and soul hidden

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