Treatise on Immortality & Reincarnation

Between Nothingness and Eternity
I will meet you there
Past the rich pretensions

Of early life, my real name
You will know
By the frequency of my spirit

Wholly unto each other
As beings of Light
We will wrap our souls

With the rainbows of
Divine caliber, preparing
Our minds for future

Incarnations, I am the red thread
That attaches to your gold thread
We are the flame of spirit-stuff

Quantum and without angles
Between the Void and Infinity
I will meet you there

As particles of the Absolute
Our secret selves shall bathe
In the same bliss and rejoice

With unmeasured thoughts of the vast stars
Where Immortality shines in a billion
Evolving selves, with the speed of time.

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Treatise on Divine Love

I have loved Thee with two loves
a selfish love that was of ignorance
and a love that is worthy of thee –

as for the love which is selfish
I occupy myself with thee!
With my suffering, with my little aims

Therefore I include myself with thee
In the addition of all others
In some unity for which I do not understand

But in the love which is pure
I have renounced the world for giving
The giving that was selfish indeed

altruism, art, spiritual seeking; they were
all selfish too, though I always strive
To raise my love to some forgotten heights

where I might taste some fresh divinity
to praise thee in both this and that –
that love was my only measure of reaching
and learning how to be selfish & unselfish.

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Treatise on Attar II

The home we seek is in eternity
my spirit has wandered
across endless countries

I have experienced
the pouring of so much grace
to live, to love, and i have looked

everywhere, for Your love –
then suddenly I am filled with it
as a mystic ecstatic with the source

i have felt famine in my veins
and been a slave among peoples
but my prayers have been my light

my poetry the last drop of devotion
that was my strength, when i was weak
my life was the opportunity that was given

if I ignore it, if I waste it –
i will only turn to dust
either way, i will one day live in eternity,

as a spark or a cloud or a gem
or a filament of gold after stars
kiss each other coyly.

Treatise on Rabia al Basr

In
my soul
There is a temple, a shrine, a garden
where my religion is love
nature, freedom, peace
Where time
Does not have a body
And the future is not
A question of economy, survival, friendship
But where all dissolves
In divinity and connectedness
where ecstasy gets poured into itself
spreading across the galaxies
like a spiritual luminosity
In
my soul
There is a voice, a whisper, a melody
where all art retreats in deeper revelry
and hope
Does not require a family, nation, empire
But can include everything, everyone, all beings.