the proclamation of heaven has come,
that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.
The sea becomes full of pearls,
the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,
the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,
the body becomes wholly soul.
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Don’t go anywhere without me.
or on the ground, in this world or that world,without my being in its happening.Vision, see nothing I don’t see.Language, say nothing.The way the night knows itself with the moon,be that with me. Be the rosenearest to the thorn that I am.I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,in the arc of…
My Mother Was Fortune, My Father Generosity And Bounty
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; Iam joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of joy.Behold, the Marquis of Glee has attainted felicity; this city andplain are filled with soldiers and drums and flags.If I encounter a wolf, he becomes moonfaced Joseph; if I godown into a well, it converts into…
Lovers share a sacred decree –
They roll head over heels,rushing toward the Beautiful Onelike a torrent of water.In truth, everyone is a shadow of the Beloved –Our seeking is His seeking,Our words are His words.At times we flow toward the Belovedlike a dancing stream.At times we are still waterheld in His pitcher.At times we boil in a potturning to vapor…
If A Tree Could Wander
Oh, if a tree could wanderand move with foot and wings!It would not suffer the axe blowsand not the pain of saws! For would the sun not wanderaway in every night ?How could at ev’ry morningthe world be lighted up? And if the ocean’s waterwould not rise to the sky,How would the plants be quickenedby…
I am part of the load
I drop off in the grass,like the old Cave-sleepers, to browsewherever I fall.For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grainsfloating and flying in the will of the air,often forgetting ever beingin that state, but in sleepI migrate back. I spring loosefrom the four-branched, time -and-space cross,this waiting room.I walk into a huge pastureI…
Love makes bitter things sweet.
With love dregs settle into clarity.With love suffering ceases.Love brings the dead back to life.Love transforms the King into a slave.Love is the consummation of Gnosis.How could a fool sit on such a throne?
The springtime of Lovers has come,
that this dust bowl may become a garden;
the proclamation of heaven has come,
that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.
The sea becomes full of pearls,
the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,
the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,
the body becomes wholly soul.
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Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears by William Shakespeare
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,Still losing when I saw my self to win!What wretched errors hath my heart committed,Whilst it hath thought it self so blessèd never!How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fittedIn the distraction of…
Sonnet 152: In Loving Thee Thou Know’st I Am Forsworn by William Shakespeare
In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith tornIn vowing new hate after new love bearing.But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee,When I break twenty? I am perjured most,For all my vows are oaths but to misuse…
Rise, Lovers
Rise, lovers, that we may go towards heaven; we have seen this world, so let us go to that world.No, no, for thought these two gardens are beautiful and fair, let us pass beyond these two, and go to that Gardener.Let us go prostrating to the sea like a torrent, then let us go foaming…
On the day I die, when I’m being
Don’t say, ‘He’s gone! He’s gone!’Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets and the moon sets,but they’re not gone. Deathis a coming together.The tomb looks like a prison,but it’s really releaseinto Union.The human seed goes down in the groundlike a bucket into the well where Joseph is.It grows and comes up fullof…
One Single Chance
Tell me, my belovedYou’ll not give up on life. Tell me you’ll hopeFor a better tomorrow. Why does everythingHave to be so difficult? I am persistent.I’ll not let goOf you to die. You are in pain.I do understand,So am I. I have a wounded heartThat will never heal.Your rejection makesThe afflictions deeper. Give me, but…
Until you’ve found pain, you won’t reach the cure
the supreme soulUntil you’ve found fire inside yourself, like the Friend,You won’t reach the spring of life, like Khezr.