As we know

of being a perfect Sufi,insan al-kamil,a perfect Friend of God?My Beloved saidYou will never in your life be sure;and that is just how it should be;that way, you will be safe in Me;instead, seek always where My secret might be found:as you walk, look closely at all of nature;every flower, every tree, every lake, every…

there in your heart,there in front of your eyes –the mossy glade within the woods,the sunlight filtering through the trees,or in the pure air of the highest hills,or among the tossing white-topped waves –or at the quiet times –as the dawn sunlight makes the world anew,plays to make diamonds of the dew,or as the peace…

these things matter, I pick respectfullythe plastic flowers from their vase,wash the vase, wipe the dustoff the leaves with a moist cloth,dip the flower-heads in wateras one would give someonea holy bathand then replace them ina slightly new position in the vase,a slightly new position on the table.absurdity andsomething beautifulhave met and got along together…

is the battle to surrenderto that which was therebefore all battles.

poets poetizing; all trying to float a little higher than the everyday,just a little lower than the angels –whoops, there’s four lines gone already…so, the first four lines or so saywhere you’re taking this trip from, hopingto arrive somewhere quite new and unexpectedafter fourteen lines, otherwisewhy take the trip at all?so, fire up the burner…

a little difficulty toogives poetry an extra spice.