Who Are You

You are the glorious light of dawn, rising out of darkness;

You are the sacred presence in a sea of profanity;

You are the generously helping hand, in a land of inconsideration;

You are the sun-kissed smile, flashing out from within a miasma of indifference;

You are the unity of friendship, banishing loneliness;

You are the love, tenderly enfolding sorrow;

You are the unyielding peace, slowly healing suffering;

You are the power of faith, dissolving fear and self-doubt;

You are the knowing, shattering ignorance;

You are the unblemished perfection, shattering the illusion;

You are the self-realization, emerging from forgetfulness.

Who are you?

You are my all victorious self.

Sema's Dance

Whirling faces

Hearts a crystal chalice

Presence pours forth

Oh mystic wine.

Love overflowing

Senses dissolving

Dervishes melt in Mustafa's heart,

Embrace eternal, kiss of Allah

Lost are we in ecstasy.

Veils parting

Mystic vision revealing

One singer, singing

One dervish whirling

Removing all but Unity.

Joy and suffering

Now mingling

Enter we Rasul's true home,

Healing through Allah's sweet Mercy

As out upon the world love flows.

Never ending

Cradle of compassion

Embracing all with Life Divine,

Revealing One - Thou am I

Beloved’s Surprise

Gently a kiss upon the lips of my heart,

A scented dawn breeze rising to dry the tears

From my broken heart;

Nay, not broken, only melted  

as wax caught in the heat of separation.

Softly I whisper: Beloved are you there?

And find the answer in my tears.

Being Broken

I was broken,
And made deaf to the world;
So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever hear thee again?
The Beloved answered: You will hear again with My ears.

I was broken,

And blinded to all the beauty I once saw;
So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever see thee again?
The Beloved answered: You will see again with My eyes.

I was broken,

And knew nothing that I thought I once knew;
So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever know thee again?
The Beloved answered: You will know again with My knowing.

I was broken,
And had lost my way;
So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever find thee again?
The Beloved answered: You will find me again through My guidance.

I was broken,

And felt so alone;
So I prayed: Beloved, will I ever be united with thee again?
The Beloved answered: Make me a reality and I will make you the Truth!

Awakening

Light, like water

Seeps into small cracks and gaps in our heart

Opened by pain or longing. 

Knowing or unknowingly we awake!

The Pathless Path

To see without seeing;
Act without acting;
Be without being.

 This is The pathless path,
Walked without effort.

 

After the 3 Bells

Such a quiet hour sounds the 3 Bells,
Who'd imagine such a tumultuous storm,
thoughts flying everywhere!

I don't run,
I anchor myself to my Zafu and
hold fast to my breathing - in, out, in, out,  innnnn, oooooout.

Suddenly the storm passes, as it always does;
Then clear fathomless sky everywhere,
into which I joyfully loose myself!

 

Rock Mother

We come to run among her toes,

climb upon her belly,

be healed by her presence.

Rock Mother enjoys it all,

and all who come are blessed.

 

In the Guts of the World

Living in the guts of the world,
No punches pulled here,
 Spirit is raw but real, vital.

Spirit work here is hard,

Accomplished by being present until trust sets in,

and by deeds, deeds are real,

not like wishes or idle talk.

 

Spirit workers here fit no mold,

they are present, enduring and very strong!

 

Dead Soldiers

So still these battlegrounds, upon early Winters arrival.

One can see the spirits of the soldiers talking;

They Speak now, softly of their regrets and losses:

The best solution to conflict is peace.

Listen to the dead, they'll tell you,

Listen to the dead, they know.

 

 

Angel's Longing

In the depth of night, when you are alone with her light,

do you see the cosmos melting in love? Can you feel that heat?

It is a great yearning that meets your eyes,

that melts rock and awakens atoms from sleep;

 

The ardour of creation consumes itself for the want of existence, living by the fire of angel's longing.