In the Eternal Presence

In the Eternal Presence you are both Witness and Witnessed How you laugh now at all the language of “searching”! You have lifted up your head between Obliteration and Annihilation How you laugh at all the proud games of power! – Jalal-ud-Din Rumi

Who am I, my friend?

How does a part of the world leave the world? How can wetness leave water? Don't try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire! Don't wash a wound with blood! No matter how fast you run, your shadow more than keeps up. Sometimes, it's in front! Only full, overhead sun diminishes your...

A Fish-Hooked Line

The actions of your body should define If to the good or bad you do incline The body is a reel that must obey The mind that pulls it like a fish-hooked line- Rumi

A THIEF IN THE NIGHT

Suddenly (yet somehow unexpected) he arrived the guest... the heart trembling "Who's there?" and soul responding "The Moon..." came into the house and we lunatics ran into the street stared up looking for the moon. Then-inside the house- he cried out "Here I am!" and we beyond earshot running around calling him... crying for him...

Departure

Up, O ye lovers, and away! 'Tis time to leave the world for aye. Hark, loud and clear from heaven the from of parting calls-let none delay! The cameleer hat risen amain, made ready all the camel-train, And quittance now desires to gain: why sleep ye, travellers, I pray? Behind us and before there swells...

My Burning Heart

My heart is burning with love All can see this flame My heart is pulsing with passion like waves on an ocean my friends have become strangers and I’m surrounded by enemies But I’m free as the wind no longer hurt by those who reproach me I’m at home wherever I am And in the...

The Beauty of the Heart

The beauty of the heart is the lasting beauty: its lips give to drink of the water of life. Truly it is the water, that which pours, and the one who drinks. All three become one when your talisman is shattered. That oneness you can't know by reasoning.

The Agony and Ecstasy

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love. Oh! Supreme Lover! Let me leave aside my worries. The flowers are blooming with the exultation of your Spirit. By Allah! I...

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness..

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence: This place made from our love for that emptiness! Yet somehow comes emptiness, this existence goes. Praise to that happening, over and over! For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness. Then one swoop, one swing of the arm, that work is over. Free...

I Am and I Am Not

I’m drenched in the flood which has yet to come I’m tied up in the prison which has yet to exist Not having played the game of chess I’m already the checkmate Not having tasted a single cup of your wine I’m already drunk Not having entered the battlefield I’m already wounded and slain I...