Not Christian or Jew or Hindu or Muslim, Buddhist Sufi or zen....
not ANY religion

or Cultural system. I am not from the East or West , not out of the
oceans or up

from the ground, not natural or etheral , not
composed of elements at all. I do not exist

am not an entity in this world or the next
did not descend form Adam or Eve
or any origin story

my place is placeless,
a trace of the traceless
Neither body or soul

i belong to the beloved
have seen 2 worlds one, first, last, outer inner , only that breath
breathing being





rumi

breathtaking!!

it is isn't it

AGAIN!! the violet bows to the lily
Again the rose is trearing off her gown!!

The green one have come from the other world
tipsey like the breeze up to some new foolishness!

Again nearthe top of the mountain
the anemones sweet features appear,

The hyacinth speaks formally to the Jasmine
"peace be with you" and "peace to you !
come walk with me in the meadow"

The bud is shy , but the wind removes
her veil suddenly, "my friend?"

The friend is here , like water in the stream
like a lotus on the water

The narcissus winks at the wisteria
"whenever you say!"

And the clove to the willow..."you
are the one i hope for"
and the Willow
"consider these chambers yours! welcome!"

the apple says to the orange "why frown?
"so that those who mean harm will not see my beauty"

the ringdove comes asking
"Where, is the Friend?"

with one note the nightengale indicates the rose..

Again the season of spring has come!
and a spring source rises under everything
a moon sliding from the shadows

many many things have been left unsaid..because it's late
but whatever conversation we havn't had tonight! we
will have tomorrow!

Yes, very much so.

don't worry bout saving these songs...

and if out instruments break
it doesn't matter


we have fallen into the place where everything

is music!

i have thick fingers ....lol sorry for the typos!!!
ugh...coffeeeeeeeeeeeeee

when i see you and how you are
i close my eyes to the other
for your seal i become wax
throughout my body, i wait to be lit
i give up opinions on all matters
i become the reed flute for your lips
your breath

i
am filled
with you
skin
blood
bone
brain
breath
heart
and soul


there is no room for trust

or lack of trust


nothing in this existence but that existence

love has taken away my practices
and filled me with poetry

I tried to keep quietly repeating
no strength but yours
but i couldnt

i had to jump and sing !!
i used to be respectable
and chaste and stable
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things ??!!!!

a mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself
that's how i hold your voice

I am scrap wood thrown into your fire
and quickly reduced to smoke

i saw you and became empty.
this emptiness , more beautiful than existence
it obliterates existence! , and yet when it comes
existence thrives and creates more existence !!!

why should we grieve that we have been sleeping ?
it does not matter how long we've been unconscious...

we're groggy, but let the guilt go
feel the motions of tenderness
around you, the buoyancy.....

whe i am with you

we stay up all night!!!

when i am without you , I can't go to sleep!!


praise God!! for these two insomnias and the difference between
them!!!!!

Some Kiss We Want

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and

open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window

Ahh I now can carry on with my day I have Rumi-nated
Alex I thank you for introducing this great Rumi to
my soul, I treasure these words!!

The minute i heard my first love story

i went looking for you
not knowing how blind that was!!

lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along!!!

an honor to be of service CCP

we are the mirror as well as the face in it

we are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. we are pain
and what cures pain , both.

We are
the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

A Smile and A Gentleness

There is a smile and a gentleness
inside. When I learned the name

and address of that, I went to where
you sell perfume. I begged you not

to trouble me so with longing. Come
out and play! Flirt more naturally.

Teach me how to kiss. On the ground
a spread blanket, flame that's caught

and burning well, cumin seeds browning,
I am inside all of this with my soul.

The Dream That Must Be Interpreted

This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays,
and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!

And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like:

A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living
in another town.

In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes
the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,

but we are older than those cities.
We began
as a mineral. We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
That's how a young person turns
toward a teacher. That's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.