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