the forest loved to hear her sing
then suddenly she fell
and broke her wing
her body ached
but not her heart
It was not an ending
but a start
though she may no longer fly
her spirits height never
reached as high
while her pain may seem at times unfair
it was God’s gift
that made her loving deeper
and her existence more aware
“Its so easy to deceive”
The fox said, her eyes dim and sad
“But there is no joy in this game”
I am not the deceiver
Nor am i the deceived
I am ready to surrender
Take me
I am ready to bow
I am ready to receive
This mirror inside me shows …
I can’t say what, but I can’t not know!
I run from body.
I run from spirit.
I do not belong anywhere.
I’m not alive!
You smell the decay?
You talk about my craziness.
Listen rather to the honed-blade sanity
I say.
This gourd head on top of a dervish robe,
do I look like someone you know?
This dipper gourd full of liquid
upsidedown and not spilling a drop!
Or if it spills,
it drops into God and rounds into pearls.
I form a cloud over that ocean and gather spillings.
When Shams is here, I rain.
After a day or two, lilies sprout,
the shape of my tongue.
You are the Ocean and the drop
the burglar and the cop
the soil and the crop
You are fortune and the wheel
made of stainless steel
You are so soft so kind so real!
You are the pain and the gain
Now you are Abel
Next you are Kain
Thoughts come and go
But You
You will remain!
“Please be gentle”, i said
“You are my first mystic poem”,
But the poem tore my shirt,
threw me on the floor,
jumped naked on top of me
and started kissing me passionately
The fire quickly burned the room,
numbed my senses and evaporated every desire
i ever had…
within seconds the whole universe turned to dust…
In the distance
I heared a familiar but faint voice thinking
this mystical poetry business
sure ain’t
for the faint of heart…
21
Don’t make me fall in love with that face
Don’t let the drunk the wine seller embrace.
Sufi, you know the pace of this path,
The lovers and drunks don’t disgrace.
22
I needed to hang on to her curly ring,
Help me please, let my affairs take wing.
Said, release my hair, instead take my lips,
Let go of long life, with good times swing.
23
From warriors learn courage,
And wisdom from the sage.
If you truly seek God’s grace,
Ride with the heavenly carriage.
24
At dawn your eyes from Jupiter learn
O God, may fantasies of my mind burn.
The ear adorned with that elegant ring
Gems of Hafiz’s poems may earn.
25
O friend, from your foes your heart release,
In pleasant company drink the good wine with ease.
Confer with those who know, open your heart
And from the ignorant fleas flee like the breeze.