Sufism – The Way of Love

Part X.

Give it all away
all that cleverness
and wit

all those very particular
ends your trying
to accomplish

give it to someone else

Baggage

 

Stop all the ruminations
of theological questions

the point is to serve
the divine

not discuss God-nature
endlessly

 

When you are caught up in Love
you dance in the dirt
streets
caught up
rain falls down
no matter
winds blow
its all Music in your ears

like a Queen you are majestic
like a horse you bounce
bounce bounce

so great Elephant
Mouse

 

I started going crazy
in my ecstasy

getting caught up
in frenzy

loving every minute
of it
you try to imagine
but its experience

Real Deal
went came I went
and came

there then and finally
He said to me

you have entered the Garden
stay here for as long
as you can

“I Will”

 

You cannot stop
the Man of Love
from dancing
dancing

Dancing!

 

Kings put the mystics
in front of them

as clear reflecting-mirrors
of vision

what’s really the
matter

When

 

The ascetic
tries through self-abdication
self-denial
hardship to find
contentment and joy

but it doesn’t work
like that
when
Life
has to be experienced
in fullness

not some Toy

 

You are your
most important student
for all others will go
on with their Lives

be wary
do not let yourself
become dejected
as you strive
to lift others up to positions
of Royalty

they are nothing but
other beings
you are all a part
of the same
thing

Take care of yourself
you are delicate
fragile
Your World is in Your Hands

Handle

 

Always bring what is empty
to what is full

let the air show the matter
what’s the matter
when there’s no air

Let bread know the hunger
of Man

Let Man thirst
for water’s touch

the one
the other

Together in Love

 

Those who are on the path
to self-finding

let them have mirrors
for self-reminding

polished clean
silver-streams
of

Light Being

 

The World is an open
green field

where everything comes
to blossom
and

buzz

 

We can never
understand
that which is transcendent
and utterly immanent

no image will capture
it

just the Love
of infusion

 

Let us not create more
images
to confuse

do not hold up symbols
as divine truths

there is a world
out there which is real
and it can’t
be fashioned into a particular
form

Get That
and Move On

 

The man twirling
his mustache

I feel for him
stop that playing
around in pretension

suspended-animation
caught up in theological
dimension

those Words are meant
to serve as rafts
to cross rivers

not to criss-cross
your eyes
forever

in one position

 

The Old Man
came to the land
where he no longer
needed to feel
the search

he drowned
drowned himself
deep down down
into sweet
sweet

pomegranate juice

 

The Theologies
of religion
take different
shape depending
on our cow-chicken-alligator
nature

in that moment of thought
construed

don’t wallow in mirky
jungles

break through!

 

The True Lover of the World
is the most bombastic
he acts
as the opposite
end of the Lever

as if he has it

 

All religions cast
their grain
their sand
their water and oil

into the same mixing
pan

the light looks different
from different points
of illumination

but the point is to be
a vessel

a container

for the Sacred
not
to
be walled in

 

Once I found the Truth
of Love

I no longer needed
prayer or Church
for all its worth
I was
worthy finally

to be Me
and Love every minute
of said Being

 

They didn’t see
me as I came along
on my path my journey
I seemed
meek not strong

but that’s how
it goes

when you’re going along

 

Some are good
at this others at that
it doesn’t really matter
how the hand claps

all that matters
is the sound you hear
between your own
two ears

and whether it is sweet
sweet

Music

 

We can argue
and debate for as long
as time-permits

the differentiation
of theological components

but at the end
of the day
what are we doing
other than wasting air

if we’ve already
found

Present

 

The World moves around
it creates
and it makes stagnant
and it allows for stillness
under the surface

Blessed be He
who has been chosen
to have a moment
of deep contemplation
on meaning
or ecstasy
or contentment
or Joy

whether for one second
or one lifetime

 

There are no servants
or slaves
here in the realm of Love

those basking in fear
trying to accomplish
concerned

they just haven’t made
it past the unclear

 

Just let the pen glide
like your life
through you
the ink must
go forth

it must create
pick and choose
whichever words
necessary

Of Course

 

Do you really
believe I know
exactly what I mean

Ha

Laughing
I am but a tool
for the World to come
through me
or around me
as it desires

doing with me
as it wishes
when it wishes
not

as I

 

It’s unclear
to me any more
whether its unconscious
or conscious act

I am a skinny-boned
camel with too many
packs on my back

I wobble
I woof

the baskets
fall off
and back on again

trek trek trek
mountain

 

O to be a part
of this wonderful
reality

blessed me
thank you for
this

blessing

 

The ass kicks
wildly in all directions

yea
wild man

you can’t be contained
when you’re having
this much fun!

 

Don’t worry about
those who want
to hear specific
prose

let them write
their own notes

you have love-letters
and poems

 

To thee who
knows but is cloaked

open up so the rest
of the world can
see your dazzling
face

if only for a moment
for who knows
which flowers
will blossom

from it

 

That little moment
of inward turning
spiraling
causing the world
to move

supposedly
according to its
own axial geometry

 

The Stars
desire
I too should shine

let me be
sweet
and wonderful

not salt brine

 

Some people
I encounter
and they encounter
me

and its as if their
Spirit did enter
my blood-stream

and mine theirs

 

You have participated
in the ways of man

you tried what you
could get away with

but now you are on
the other side

be a lamp to glow
in the darkness
of other men
still caught up in misfortune

show them the way
be a spiritual force
for Good

be the bread
the wine
that will give them delight
and joy
for the world has
enough pain to offer
them

as a main course

 

We are caught
between
betwixt
angel and earthen-ware

we have the specificity
of mortality
but too can glimpse
the eternal light’s gazing

let us look upwards
and within

let us do our
best to ever-begin

 

Sipping
the Truth
I wonder why I stay
here in this mortal world

but then I remember
that it is only because
I was
born

that I ever got Here

 

Going into that river
bed
lying down being
overwhelmed
over your head

not knowing
but Love

come back
to the Earth

and share with others
your ecstatic
drunk

Also read: “Sufism – The Way of Love”