This is not
grief or joy.
Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn’t.
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In my heart you are the mirthful ray
Happy is the world with the Nowruz and with the EidYou are both my Eid and my Nowruz todayاندر دل من مها دل افروز توئيياران هستند ليك دلسوز توئيشادند جهانيان به نوروز و به عيدعيد من و نوروز من امروز توئي
Here I Am
All night, a man called ‘Allah’Until his lips were bleeding.Then the Devil said, ‘Hey! Mr Gullible!How comes you’ve been calling all nightAnd never once heard Allah say, ‘Here, I am’?You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?I’ll tell you what. Nothing!’ The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.Depressed, he threw himself on the groundAnd…
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…
How does a part of the world leave the world?
Dont’ try to put out fire by throwing onmore fire! Don’t wash a wound with blood.No matter how fast you run, your shadowkeeps up. Sometimes it’s in front!Only full overhead sun diminishes your shadow.But that shadow has been serving you.What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness isyour candle. Your boundaries are your quest.I could explain this,…
Last Night You Left Me And Slept
Last night you left me and sleptyour own deep sleep. Tonight you turnand turn. I say,‘You and I will be togethertill the universe dissolves.’You mumble back things you thought ofwhen you were drunk.
This we have now
is not imagination.
This is not
grief or joy.
Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn’t.
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Lord, What A Beloved Is Mine!
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possessin my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me,he says, “Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.”Last night I asked the new moon concerning my Moon. Themoon said, “I am running in…
Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
The cave wants nothing to do with the sun.This is dumb, the self- defeating waywe’ve been.A gold mine is calling us into its temple.Instead, we bend and keep picking up rocksfrom the ground.Every thing has a shine like gold,but we should turn to the source!The origin is what we truly are. I add a littlevinegar…
Aubade by William Shakespeare
HARK! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,And Phoebus ‘gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chaliced flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes:With everything that pretty bin,My lady sweet, arise!Arise, arise!
There is a way between voice and presence
In disciplined silence it opens.With wandering talk it closes.
Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You A Mightier Way by William Shakespeare
But wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant, Time,And fortify your self in your decayWith means more blessèd than my barren rhyme?Now stand you on the top of happy hours,And many maiden gardens yet unset,With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,Much liker than your painted counterfeit:So should the lines…
Sonnet Cxliv by William Shakespeare
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still:The better angel is a man right fair,The worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.To win me soon to hell, my female evilTempteth my better angel from my side,And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,Wooing his purity with her foul…