Sufism – The Way of Love

Part V

Do not worry
about whether or not
these words are set down in stone

don’t worry about recordings
don’t worry about
lost songs
or broken instruments

Where we are going
there is only spirit

 

We are Music

Our bodies
are our greatest instruments

let us produce
notes which sound beautiful
which rhyme
and hum
and harmonize
with balance and melode

 

We are instruments
for the divine being to come through
us
and play its tune
on our chords

Let us be empty
Let us be worthy
of his delicate fingering
picks

 

In this world
where everyone
is so quick to sell
you things

to fill up your time
with unending

its best to try
your best
to remain

Empty

 

Let us be light
like snow

Let us not trudge
heavy-shoed

Let us just
be
and fall
where we may
as the light
shines through
our crystalline patterns

 

How wondrous
is it

that the world
may be blanketed
by sky
and earth and sea
and stars

and moon-beams
and crescents
and galaxies beyond

 

Through suppleness
gentleness
emptiness
and light

we allow
for space in this
time

to make new
things grow
and Become

in this ever-process
of One

 

Let us toil
in our fields
for that which
has yet to happen

and someday
we will bask
in the splendor

of Garden

 

After years
and years of struggle
to overcome fear hope and desire
I created a mountain
and now
that mountain looks
like nothing other
than a tiny
tiny piece of straw

 

When the fog is stripped
away
When the stomach
is able to ruminate
When you aren’t
being filled and filled
and filled to the gills

then

you can run Fast

 

With my Friend
I drink
again and again
til the cup is empty
and then we
refill it
so that it can
be empty once again

 

I asked the Wise
Man for advise

and he said
less questions

 

The Sky has been opened
up so we can see the Sun-shine

Let me too be opened
up
widely

let the pistachio nut
split apart

I’m feeling Crazy

 

Days go by
people have their schedules
let them
go
another day
around the corner
turned

I’m stuck transfixed
in celestial-tune glued

 

At last
I’ve learned to relax

and be Free

so that it can
happen through me

 

In the search
for happiness
Union
with World
understanding and knowledge

to be a better I
this I sometimes
needs to be put aside

 

I seek to quench
my thirst from your stream

because right
now I’m running on
fumes

and steam

 

I am so fragile
You are so strong
together
my past-self unfolds

in Clash
forward motion-fast

stories untold

 

Let yourself be broken
asunder
while still living

don’t wait for death
to do its bidding

 

Go to the Beach
and put away sharp things

sit on the ground
let the sand
be your blanket-warming

 

Prefer sweet sweet
flowing water
to stale sour
yogurt culture

 

Be like water
unafraid to be evaporated
into the sky-mist
to be consolidated
in the rushing-tides

the Ocean calls your
name
Merge with it

 

You and I
what difference
do we make
unless we
choose to make
all the difference

and blur
lines
coming together
in ecstasy and Union
and merriment

 

Let us pretend
the words you and
me never meant
anything

Let us pretend
they didn’t even exist
for a moment

not even the concept

Let us pretend
and perhaps
we can feel as if
just for a moment

 

You are intransigent
in your desire to be
you not I

and so we can
never be together

 

He who goes
through life always
saying No

may have already
said No to Yes

 

Caught up in the One
you miss out on everything

you miss
out on every One
to be seen

 

Live like a poet
knowing through ambiguity
only signs
and meanings
and feelings

and deep

 

When the World
says Take Me I’m Yours

That is your chance
don’t give it up for the
sake of castle’s
created in the Sky

This is the real
deal
not some Song and Dance

 

You must become
one with your own soul

and so

you must put away
all mortal forms
and material toil

you cannot not
let go
any longer
its taking you down
river

away from your Home

 

Those who run on stomach
and sex-drive
alone

won’t know what you’re
talking about

because they can’t
see for themselves

they go to a different
Temple

save your breathe
for someone
who desires to truly
Live

 

Without Love
we scurry around
scatter-brained
frenetic

causing havoc
seeking to take from others
things that don’t really
matter anyway

Do you see the power of Love
now?

 

Love is everywhere to be had
but unfortunately
we
don’t seem to see its
resounding sound

We’ve blocked off our ears
with cotton balls

 

The food we eat
does it give
us vital energy

or merely heart
burning

 

When we are dead
we will be put in boxes
buried underground in cold
dark damp places

let our Homes be places
of warmth and happiness

while we have the chance!

 

The Cow
is replenished by the sweet grass
every day

fear not
for tomorrow there will be
more for you to munch on

 

How long will you keep
thinking about money

can’t you see
you’re already an Old Man
and you have plenty

youth’s gone past
don’t let the rest
of your days
be spent agonizing
over something
which is mere
transiency

 

Stroll through
the orchards
where sweet fruit grow

avoid the traps
and snares
of men seeking
to prove their worth
at the expense
of dragons
and dinosaurs

 

The World Acts
through us

and when we corrupt
it has
acted down

 

The Good Man
gives back most of what he
has received

knowing the fields
of good-will
will often
be replenished

 

Unite with the World
as intended
body and soul

and become impregnated
with awe
let it fill your belly
with Spirit

from what you saw

 

Keep refilling
my cup of whine

for I am not finished
giving my song
to the night’s sky

 

Don’t muffle
what must be drummed
out

if the ear
is to hear

that newfound-sound

 

Now that we are near
it is so clear
to me

that what I thought I wanted
I don’t any longer

put away those magic
lamps

let me look
a bid longer

 

Our eyes
will find their moisture
in dewy awesomeness

Our ears
will find what they desire
to hear when subtlety
is felt whispering close

Let us stand outside
like the date tree
with our fronds in the air

while those who
squibble and squirm
go underground
to their own lairs

 

When it rains
some are quick to rush into their little
huts
and villages

others bask like the Swan
who knows
that he is made of water
flow

 

Before you were
shy but
now that you’re
starting to fly

don’t be afraid
to spread your Wings

 

What comes forth
from me
was never mine
anyway

What do I care
other than
to let the Stream
of Life
carry it back in

 

As it flows
through your being
and you feel the sensations
seeing the words
the pictures painted

don’t claim ownership
just let it
come out

in oozes and pustules
of wonderful splatter

 

We’ve been through this
before

I listen
and you channel through
me

outward stream
I love it

Happening

 

Take one foot
and step
propelling yourself

off the ground
of World

into the sky
of World

illuminate your Mind
with ten thousand
different avenues
and lampposts