there is a community of the spirit
join it. and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise

drink all your passion!
and be a disgrace!

close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

Open your hands
if you want to be held

sit down in this circle

you moan,"he left me". "she left me"

twenty more will come!
be empty of worrying and move outside
the tangle of fear thinking..,

why stay in prison ?
when the door is so wide open!

when what we love is everywhere!






rumi

there you are


Ahhhh

Burnt Kabob


last year , i admired wines.This,
i'm wandering inside the red world

last year i gazed at the fire
this year i'm burnt kebab !

thirst drove me down to the water
where i drank the moon's reflection

now i am a lion staring up totally
lost in love with the thing itself!

don't ask questions about longing.
Look into my face

Soul drunk, body ruined, these two
sit helpless in a wrecked wagon
neither knows how to fix it.

And my heart, i'd say it was more
like a donkey stuck in a mudhole
struggling and miring deeper

but listen to me : for one moment
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their blossoms
around you ! Friends.

hey girlies

You knew we would be here, like flies around the sugar water.

you are the dawn that arrives in the middle of my night,

dark hair strands of music filling the reed, understanding ,

entering through ear and eye, the fragrant steam of mint tea in a desert

signs and specific instructions, articulate from you ,teaching me

new ways to wander

asking why and how never worked anyway

say spirit is like the feet of an ant, or ocean water, bitter and salty,

or a snake that has the antidote for it's poison within itself

i push through these puzzeling forms , to sit in your shade

Woudn't miss this

we are the night ocean, filled
with glints of light.
we are the space between the fish and the moon
while we sit here together






rumi

A candle is made to become entirely flame
in that annihilating moment
it has no shadow

it is nothing but a tongue of light
describing a refuge

Constant Conversation

who is the luckiest in this whole orchestra?
the reed
it's mouth touches your lips to learn music
all reeds especially sugarcane think only
of this moment this chance
as they sway in the cane breaks
free in the way the wind moves them in their dance

without you the instruments would die
one sits close beside you as you hold her in your arms and play
her strings
another takes a long kiss
as you put your mouth to her body
the tambourine begs
touch my skin so i can be myself !!
let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone
that what died last night may become whole today with this loving

why live some soberer way and feel you ebbing out?
i won't do it.
either give me enough wine or leave me alone ,
now that i know how it is
to be with you in constant conversation

The Seed Market

Can you find another seed market like this!!?

Where, with your one rose, you can have hundreds of rose gardens?

Where for one seed, you get a whole wilderness!!

where for one weak breath the divine wind?

You've been fearful, of being absorbed or scattered

now your waterbead let's go
and drops into the ocean where it came from

it no longer has the form it had but it is still water
essentially the same

this giving up is not a giving in

it's a deep honoring of yourself,
when the ocean comes to you as a lover
marry at once! quickly!

don't postpone it!
existence has no better gift,
no amount of searching
will find this

a perfect falcon , for no reason
has landed on your shoulder
and become yours

inside a lover's heart there's
another world, and yet another

inside the Friend/Heart of this community
of lovers, an ear that interprets

mystery

a vein of silver in the ground, another sky!
Intellect and compassion are ladders we climb
and there are other ladders:
as we walk in the night,
the voice that speaks of acceptance
forgiveness


inside my universe
candlelight itself becomes a moth
to die in your candle...

a candle as it diminishes explains
"gathering more and more is not the way"
"burn! become light and heat and guide the melting!"


if love did not want music and poetry and laughter?
what would i say???

if you were not the medicine, i would look sick and pale

if there were no grace and no kindness
conversation would be useless,
and nothing would matter

listen to the new magic that arrives every day
if light were not beginning again in the east
i would not wake and walk outside to greet you!!!




there is a fire in me
it makes me weep
and melt like a candle
today i died for love
i opened like a rose
that drops to the ground
and i died laughing!!!!
a laughter that is my freedom!
my gift to the eternal

as moonlight shines back at the sun
i heard the call to come home and i have
what was said to the rose that made it open,
was said to me here inside my chest....


what was said to the cypress to make it strong
and straight,

what was whispered to the Jasmine so it is what it is,...
whatever made sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town Chigal in Pakistan, that makes
them soooo handsome, whatever lets


the pomegranate flower blush like a schoolgirls face, that is

being said to me now. I blush.

whatever put eloquence in language,
that's happening here

the great warehouse doors open, i fill
with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane

in love with the one to whom every 'that' belongs!

a spring which pushes its sweet youth
toward the sky, bursts forth, and runs,
haphazardly trickling around the roots

and

spills her life blood over the rocks,
her contribution to the neverending falls
My Niagara

Like a moth to a flame

cannot be denied

Hey, I wondered in here and now I'm lost. But I like the words I'm
hearing. Nice!