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