Sufism – The Way of Love

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