Treatise on Chuang Tzu II

I love the taste of surrender
Happiness is the absence of the
striving for happiness, equanimity
How to feel exiting things are really one?

I love the lack of clinging in my days
I have let go of opinions, to admire
The living truth in others
I love the frequency of compassion

My simple importance revolves around
How generous can I be, how grateful?
I just want to breathe my own heels
Send my own dust into the light

Burn a few candles, ring a few bells
Feel infinity dwell in my bosom
For a few mortal nights, be empty
Wander where there is no path

I love the sense of indwelling silence
When it haunts, limitless like a dangerous
Software, it has sustained my inner life
The satchidananda neurotransmitter

Learning the use of uselessness
Learning how to act without acting:
Great truths do not take the heart of the masses
They teach a few how to strive no more

If this is the way, let me learn how to
Name the thing that has no name, as my friend
And be happy with things beyond words and understanding
I am tired of seeing a breaking down into many labels
It has become insufficient for my love of formlessness.

Treatise on Attar

I doubt my doubts and thus
I have come to faith, at a Conference of the Birds
It is never too late, to respect divinity
The natural order, the secrets of the sun

Beguiled was I by worldly affairs
Like dreams of evanescent dew
One day I awoke in the hammock of my pain
divine love still thrives, in inextinguishable pain

The vital essence still pushes us on to live
To open our hearts to a universe of riches
It belongs to all-times, all peoples
I’ve learned to doubt my doubt

And mistrust nihilism, relativism, uniformity
Faith to me was always a greater lover
Knowledge, too arrogant; Love, too naive –
Faith dances to break the mind’s control

Until all the cells chant some ecstatic sutra
“the home we seek is still eternity”,
None could endure this bliss’s proximity
How strange it was that nature could wait so patiently

Since love has spoken in our soul at every year
Since the galaxies first felt warm turbulence
To her invitation we have hidden for dawns
That never truly realized how to wake

Lawlessness appeared to be her law, we felt
There lived a secret king in nature’s pristine order;
I’d rather die deceived by dreams, than give
My heart to home and trade, and never live.

Treatise on Kahlil Gibran

The teacher is who learns from pupils
They are everywhere, emerging out of suffering
Leading you to the threshold of mind
Where all ancestors worked for the same cause
And all descendants unite inevitably

The strongest souls are those who
hold the most love in their service
there are no scars in rebirths, only
karmic residue, personal tendencies
Your living is determined not so much

by what life brings to you as by the
attitude you bring to life, perception is
The quantum variable, in silence’s vein
We find new teachers in purity
New levels of humility, where wisdom

Ceases to worship itself, but melts into spirit
There sweetness of friendships remain
Rising as faith like a knowledge in the heart
Beyond every proof, boundless as unconditional love
Yesterday is but today’s false shadow-memory

And tomorrow is but a Beloved-dream
Faith is the living oasis of the present
The timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness
You pray in your distress, but you have been here before
We are all a prophet, we’ve all forged bonds of love

Arisen from the same loaf of mind
Alone in the same music of our hours of separation
Give your hearts, risk all to give
For in the moving sea lies the greatest rewards
We wanderers, ever seek the lonelier way
That we might trap divinity in a sunset

On some height we thought we were the first to climb
When love of higher things beckoned us
We followed him, though his ways were hard and steep
Even while the earth sleeps we travel
And give praise to the scattered winds of our legacies.