Her Gratitude Tasted

In palaces of fire and water,
Hae.mi, how does the heart not lose herself?
When from rim to rim she squanders her beauty
In the pangs of gorgeous motherhood!

And it arouses me, because we stayed at home
Where roses meet their blowing end
And fragrance falls on thirsty lips
By gates of Eden, erect and wet

Our first elation met vaguely understood
Beneath the mirrors and hunger of our youth
Not all in world I have despised
I, who could not have who I desired most

Beneath friendly fire and blossoms of the misunderstood
In winged freedom’s last designs
Where I touched beneath your skin
The kisses have no names that you can utter

The pleasures have no shame when
Each to each are wed in friendship,
And obscene gratitude, and a lifetime’s ache.

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That Which we are Seeking

Love, why do I not recognize you everywhere?
In everyone, because that’s where you are
Is it not, Beloved that I search outside myself to find
Wildfire in the forest, stain of soul in matter

I have loved you without knowing I did
All the time, all the while, I’ve been searching
Trying to build myself up into something
Seeking some semblance of security

But I have duped myself, sought you in the
Wrong mediums, forgotten your signature, your form
The rancorous unity is celebrating everywhere
But I don’t hear it, I only walk in my own shadow

But it isn’t enough, I’m a global spark
Born to celebrate the splendour that is our love
Creation everywhere, life’s miracle pride

Our love to be alive, it’s palpable, not indifferent
The signals before I love you, the signals
Of the universe to all loving things, it’s natural
I knew all the rooms of existence, before I understood

It Fled from A l l M y E c s t a s y

It Fled from A l l M y E c s t a s y

Whoever has found himself, his soul
Must only seek obedience of divinity
What is divinity but the most natural
A longevity of following inner-beauty

Fading morning star to light of dawn
He who praises must become
Cup of gratitude, and luck of empathy
Found on the journey is the

Secret of compassion
Until we stop being so religious
And stop being so materialistic
Only then can we find the thread

The river of divine happiness
And peace like silence that hums
Tender offing of the soul’s common speech
In prayer, meditation, poetry, art

The ecstasy that the white birds bring
The heart behind the veil
This is what the angels weep
To unfurl its thousand saying voices
The arms of divine beauty are supremely glad.

Exile to Bhakti

Exile to Bhakti

I am mad with love
And the ages will not understand
Why I forsake a normal life
For God, for art, for devotion

And no one will understand
My plight, but maybe Sufis
Those that listen for the Tao
Only the wounded

Can understand the agonies of the wounded
Only the downtrodden
Can feel the fire of the rage
Of the impoverished

The Angels knew this
And that is why I am ever
I am made with love
Not for a person, but people

Not for one people, for all life
Not for a God, a symbol or a saint
But for in the possession
Of love that is a lack

But in the recognition of it
I found love habituated
Every part of the world
All the known planets

And found everything beautiful
And somehow nothing worthy of
Divine love, that is why
People know so little about the universe.

Cloud of Mercy

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The heart is burning with separation
What can cure it?
God, divine love, unity

The mind is weary of anonymity
In an uncaring world
What can cure it?
God, divine love, unity

The day of judgement is upon thee
Who can face it?
Your soul with god, divine love, unity
So the soul becomes the loyal friend

After personality has
Faded away and time has given up
Poetry remembers all of this

And that is why we write
The Beloved is an empathy
As wide as the universe

Suffering brings us close to the goal
So do not recoil from it
What can save you?

God, divine love, unity
Like a lost bliss in creation itself
Or a high smile evolution’s brilliance

What can cure the choices we make…
You know already the spiritual condition.

I am Laughing to hear you think you have a thousand serious moves

I am Laughing to hear you think you have a thousand serious moves

And still, after all this time
The skies are free
And stars light up the sky

For the eyes of our descendants
Run my dear, for anything
Is better than to live
In the past, I’d prefer to

Leap into the spring of futures
Where your precious
Budding wings strengthen
My resolve to become

A better person, day after day
Month after month, I have
So much to learn, still
More to give, I know

There is a love in me
To lighten up the whole sky
The saint knows the path
Is a game with God

The mystic feels the flood
Even in tripping over joys
In the torment of the doom
Of the worst days,

And still, after all this time
The blooms are real flowers
And my eyes smile at delight
That fantastic mood of
The Beloved, being everywhere.

Cup of Sachitananda

The cosmos has hid
divine herbs in our dreams
and one day upon
the west river we

shall all awake
to see truth, to live
in the light, and

in those blue flames
of the dawn, hope
will no longer be necessary

and faith will seem immature
for supramental identity
will be self-evident

alone, spring’s floods will
drip the bliss of worlds
and the grace will overwhelm
any circumstance of fate
by the ocean of poetry

in the forests of prophecy
on the beaches of mysticism
the Tao will reveal herself

to our mind like a sponge
of all the secrets of the
universe and synchronicity

spellbound for consciousness
as a boat drifts to the sun
creation and the great observer

will meet, and we will forever
be left speechless with the awe
of laughter empty of anxiety
and understanding mingling

with a pure love for all things.

Exiled in the love of an evolving world

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Searching my heart for its true joy
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am not weary of time, though

It moves too quickly, and words and people
Drown out my own sorrow, this world
Deserves more than my self-interest
The salty sweetness of pleasure grows old
But helping others, that peace never ends

I found the small moments of empathy
In my days, the best, the cherishing of others
A more luminous goal than self-satisfaction

And now I am caught by the suffering of others
Not in a bad way, but in a collective-realism
That I too, had it easier than others
That I too, was born more fortunate
And thus to serve others may be the only way
For me to ever understand humanity.

Compassion-scape

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.
~ Denis Waitley

Let’s go dancing to the ceiling
with candles for our soul
let’s hide out amidst the fireworks
and wait for hypnotic words

so in awe of our time here
with an insistence on revolution
for the genuine rapport of living beings

Let’s go afrolick with the world
in countries and clans of sympathy
let’s appease the nomad within
strike a chord and bargain with elements

outside of our comfort zones
let’s go gawking beneath the stars
miracle-work on the front lines

unbridled like a spirit without melancholy
let’s become somebody else
change our name, our address, our friends
discover romance without shunning

deeper questions, write the screenplay
of the poetry of our human evolution
without fear, tonight is clear

i can’t afford a star anyway
but they say sunlight is free down here
a smirk for fate’s untapped paradise
a joke for these pioneering twitches

that do not end, but ascend, ripple and contend
that to describe a moment is impossible
joy has an essence of improvisation.

God is a She

I first saw God at the age of four
she was everywhere, in everything
like a scar of beauty in the depths
hanging on each leaf, like a bud

the cheeks of the sun were pale before Her
and the earth acted shy for her Will
consumed in her grace, I was in awe
of how divine light entered my heart

from where she was, i understood
what adults did not, through indeed
I was in a was destined to forget
just how many times faith can flicker

and just how easily God consumes us
in her grace, from some beloved finite
moment of tenderness, expanding
to all moments, until all is a meditation

with her bliss, that is when
time ends in vulnerability, and I laughed
“I won’t take no for an answer, sweet God”
I’ve been looking for you, for your lifetimes

vulnerable like an infant, tired like an old man
I’ve been holding hands for the moment
like when they kiss sometimes when nobody is watching
the sun and the moon, god and nature

why are they so shy in front of us?
heaven’t we all seen somebody making love?
I’ve seen what I want in heaven’s shop
bought a lifetime of prayer just to feel her gold
I wanted to be a hermit and hear only her hymns.

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CELEBRATION OF THE ETERNAL ROSE, 永恆玫瑰的慶典

If I confess your body is
The only civilization besides Roses
I long to experience, do not say

Do not say that I only adore blooming things
A Rose at any stage of life is gracious
Moist petalled or dropping wearily

The rain on her lips is like butter-music
If men, were created before women
It is only to appreciate their fullest creation

Like the beauty of the rose whose temptation
Is somehow feminine, a scent spinning
Into oblivion, as flesh seeking to born out living flesh

In blessed and blushing confessions
Or the redness of the weight of the body
The Rose that has told in one simplicity

That never life relinquishes a bloom
But to bestow an ancient confidence:
A man gives a woman a Rose

This symbolic gesture mimics evolution
Women are not roses, they are not
Oceans or stars, I would like to tell her

But I think she already knows.
As a misty dream, our path emerges
Like days of wine and roses, celebration.

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LAST COMMENTARY ON FREE-WILL

The core of my heart is now patience and endurance
Without these, how can one live?
When they departed, Love and God
I had to carry on dwelling in this body
Then I Said to the wind, ‘Go and overtake them,
For they are biding in the shade of the grove,
And bear to them a greeting from sorrowful man
In whose heart are sorrows because he is separated from his people
I will be left to kiss black stone
And smile to the veiled faces left in my life
How many aspiring souls does it take to reach Eternity?
The core of my heart is modesty and empathy
For all that I have experienced has led me thus
In our robes of darkness from the anguish of fate
We must return to Destiny’s love-desire again
With God-desire enough to carry on
For freedom is thus, the beggars are in ourselves
Go and take it! With these new attributes.

SUFI PSALM

O Beloved, supernal and exquisitely omnipresent
O garden among the flames
Of so many dreamy lifetimes
I have sat at the table of my heart
Waiting for signs of your rapture
I have had a meal with other souls
To drink your water of timeless love
I have talked to the spirits of all the worlds
Only to hear your laugh in their strange mouths
O Beloved, we who profess the religion of love
Follow you, without any material care
My heart can take on any form because of you:
A meadow of gazelles, a cloister for monks
The idols and sacred grounds have been left behind
For a future whose caravan path only you know
O Ocean without a shore
O Morning Light without darkness
I have had hid myself from you for too long
In the guise of a scholar, in the suffering of a peasant
Thou art a unity sphere with no precise locality.

Psalm 6

O Lord, rebuke me not for my ignorance
Neither chasten me for my vexed state
Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak:
O Lord, heal me; for my heart is feeble
Let me recognize then, the weakness in others
As those that should be helped, deserving of compassion
My soul can only hold so much grief
But thou, O Lord, how long?
How long must I wait, Return, O Lord, deliver me?
Oh save me for some special work, for mercies’ sake
For in death there is no remembrance of thee:
In the grave I shall give no thanks for
The story which I alone was given, my Dharma’s weight
I am weary with my groaning, my own kind of special suffering
All the night make I my bed to swim with heavy dreams
I water my couch with useless fears, and dozens of tears
It waxeth old because of all my chided memories
That kept me apart from kindness, in isolated shame
Depart from me, all cowardess, all dread
For the Lord hath heard my soft weeping
All supplications and prayers till the end
Let all my faults turn away their misery
Let them return and be ashamed suddenly
That I might have a chance to be another kind of person.

Psalm 5

Give ears to my words, O Lord, that I may be healed
Consider it my meditation
Of a poetry without end
Hearken unto the voice of my silent cry, my Sovereign King,
For unto thee I will pray, quietly
My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Diamond Lord;
In the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up
To the vigilant Sun of my few days on Earth
For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in harshness and disdain
Neither shall I dwell upon my ills or misfortunes.
The foolish miss thy sight with petty thoughts
They shall destroy themselves with their negativity
The Lord will abhor the warlike and deceitful mockers
That hoard and do not ask questions of laughter
But as for me, I will come into thy house with shining eyes
Full with the mercy and compassion of the wretched
And in thy fear of all ruin shall I worship a higher way
Towards a holy temple by thy feet
Lead me, O Lord, where I my own worst enemy
Make my path straight before my face.
Let me be silent until my wickedness does melt;
For my tongue should be a healing grace
For my heart should spread some vibrant joy
And my soul a shield to men pass an eternal flame.

Psalm 4

Hear me when I call, O God of my humility:
I have been led here by suffering
Thou has enlarged me with the
Distress all around me, the chaos of
My human imperfection impregnates me
With prayer, and the will to do good
Have mercy upon me, and hear my hopes.
O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn
Away from your inner god and glory?
How long will ye love vanity, and seek after leasing? Selah.
But know that the Lord hath apart him
That can love purely, without self-benefit
Without the merits of the marketplace
The Lord will hear when I call unto him

For I stand in awe, and sin only intended sin:
Sin that is my commune with my future self
That I might commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still. Selah.
I offer the sacrifice of inferiority, failure, defects
And put my trust in righteousness, everlasting,
There be many who say, Who will not see our Good?
Lord, lift thou up the light of thy countenance
Brighter as always for the darker times, upon us
Thou hast and shall put gladness back into my heart,
More than in the time that their shelter and luck increased.
I will both be subservient to the teachings of my life, and sleep:
For thou, Lord, only makest my path a beauty of peace.

Psalm 3

Lord, how I covet purity and faith!
Many have been the obstacles thou held against me.
Many there be which say of my soul,
There is no help for him on Earth or in God. Selah.
But thou, O Lord, art the fuel of my inner world
My glory, and lifter up of mine diviner eyes
I cried unto the Lord with such my secret voice,
And he heard me out of his timeless mind. Selah.
I was a chosen person woken from sleep
I awaked; for the Lord somehow sustained
My spirit in harder times, since that I cannot be afraid
That I myself was born from such a fate
Arise, O Lord, to save me from my worst self
For thou has smitten all my illusions, one by one
Until all that is left is my salvation & belonging
Thy blessing is upon me now, and I share it freely
For in giving I come upon thy chosen face
To find a love which no failure can prevent Selah.

Psalm 2

Why do we suffer needlessly?
For the people crave vain things?
The Princes of Wealth set themselves upon
A recruitment of slavery for short-term gains
But creation and nature are the anointed
In that silence of evolution everything is subservient
The corrupt will fall in their greed
And their pleasure will turn to disharmony
Then shall love again speak to them anew
Nature shall declare the decree: thou art Good
Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
Ask of me, and I shall give thee love and health
More intimacy authentic than power’s brief reign
And thy possessions will fade, for a deeper love
And you shall become wise as Kings of old
Serving the Lord of Love, you will rejoice finally
And laugh at the folly of your lesser times
When you sought everything and had nothing
Now thou has nothing, and are a part of everything
Blessed are all that serve not to suffer, but to give.

Psalm 1

Blessed is the man that walketh the path of delight
Listening to the echoes of the counsel of inner Bliss
For in happiness there is rebirth, the art of living
Without malice, exploitation, execution of evils
But his accomplice is the law of Love;
And to this goodness he meditates day and night
And he shall be like water that would nourish
Protect, empower, enoble and exchanging delight
His Seasons shall be glad, and he shall have sincere friends
His leaf shall not wither, but prosper
Under his hand of care, lending the secret
To his fellows, and his art and wisdom shall then know
The positive sign for which his life was made
Not to harm others in any way, but to rejoice
To recognize, to esteem, to celebrate
There is no judgement in the righteous path
For to each one has their fate, their time to perish
Or feel gratitude beneath a billion shared suns.

MY SOLE AND EXCLUSIVE STANDARD

i

You do not just hold my hand
You hold the affections of my Universe
Without one thing all would be useless
“Oneness”, unity, empathy, connection
Call it what you may, it’s here
After a life of being abandoned

ii

It’s by stealth and fire and trials
That we come to realize
We all belong and are carried eternally
Already you see I have escaped
From you, the drama, the mystery

iii

It’s all gone, I’ve come to an understanding
With the world, with existence
I’m determined to befriend everything
In a platonic ideal beyond appearances
That embraces all creeds, cultures, religions
So called separate divisions, all aliens

iv

You do not just hear my voice
You feel my spirit in my language
And that’s all I can ask for
Without this it would be useless
To attempt to communicate shared meaning.

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PARADISE DIGESTED FULLY

i

I slept on you like a bent finger
With the world’s love against me
I was the finger-length of all love
All innovation and ascended
To a dream-interpretation of
The ultimate lucid content

ii

I shone with you like I had never before –
Attending to life without theory
Without unnecessary belief
Our sentiments were the act of sharing
So close a bond we offered Life
Like guests, the tapestry of
Our private collection of treasures
These valentine-faces, and beautifully generous

iii

We stood in dimensions without
Grief, regret or anger: not a trace
We shuffled into Spring with threaded
Kindness, inconspicuous endurance

iv

Loving the blind journey as one guards
A white shadow of protection
Our lives served a White Sun
Of a benevolent Garden of Gifts
Our only Tree of Knowledge were
The last fruits of compassion
At the end of all existence.

SAMASTI

i

There is no power, like calling the invisible
From the estranged intensity
Of these pockets of soul
These coloured hosts of spirit

ii

A personal episode of faith
On a sunny windless afternoon
The point where Spring turns to Summer
Showing no signs of mastering
Solitude, brusque abrupt compassion will do

iii

A white-daylight Buddhist sort of service
That serves all without judging
There is no power, like community
The human act will make us real again
Connect our knowledge to daily humility

iv

Regaining last crumbs of empathy
Lingering a while like fluff blown
To pollinate what and for who and how

v

There is no power, like a love
That never has to say goodbye, because
We learned to love everyone a bit
Like a Buddhist ceremony of humanity.

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THE LEAP INCANDESCENT

Love is damn stubborn
In such a Cruel World
I feel the essential landscape
Has always been you
The tongues of Saints fell quiet
In your lap, and in my heart
Some grandiose prosperity
Shined, permanently
Because of you and because
Somehow, I reached you
And while damned ghosts flare
I don’t think of them, I only
Count myself lucky every day
And I would follow you anywhere
To Taiwan, or to a Buddhist temple
Giving up all accidents, for miracles.

Elements of God

At last my heart Sees the world with new eyes God may not be available But compassion and empathy They are equal parts Of the Forgiveness-sky The compassion-sea Always easily available At last my heart Meets unconditional surrender I shall …

If Roses Could Speak

You walked blithely Where you stayed In the arms of the Rose Red Rose, White Rose, Pink rose Where you stood touching her I felt your perfectly Natural brightness of giving In the blaze of the dove With the sun-rose …

I Am Made to Bow

I affirm what Divinity affirms
What does God affirm?
So if you cannot negate
What God negates, how

Do you suppose to commune with her?
She knows that I am a member
Of ignorance-society, so she smiles
And ask me to have a sense of

Humour, I precede to fill my days
With signs of gratitude
For a Lord Supreme, nature
In the silence of earth-necessity

I affirm what evolution allows
Secretly, her powers of heaven-necessity
Immediately, faultlessly, working
Through me, as a Man who

Unknowingly crawls towards God
But women, breathlessly bow to Delight
Knowing divinity more intimately,
If I affirm those who empower nature

I must learn to serve women better.
My Beloved Supreme who
Teaches me how to give, not from capacity
But from striving to emulate her perfection.

Call to Poets: Contest: http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Wuji-International-Poetry-Festival-IV/49425/ [more info at: https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/wuji-international-poetry-festival/%5D

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Miracles Worth Living

Self-imprisonment began
The first day I escaped reality
Purity was my comfort

God was my last resort
I thought He would make
Some room for me

To stay in the Universe
As in his Heart
As long as I wanted to

I felt the Oneness of everything
A love that required
No explanation, peace

That needed no interpretation
Innocence, bliss, simplicity
Like a meditation to last

For lifetimes and eternities
Maybe, I became a sleepless
Dreamer, of God-Dreams

In my sutra, mantras, poems
With orphan-tears, maybe
Only God knows who I am

Only miracles of loving
Miracles of forgiving humanity
For the evolution of so much
Inequality, civil-war, pollution, vanity.

Call to Poets: Contest: http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Wuji-International-Poetry-Festival-IV/49425/ [more info at: https://seshatwuji.wordpress.com/wuji-international-poetry-festival/%5D

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Treatise on Solace

God wanted you
To go to Him untouched
But what did you do?
You know!
You went to him
With the final love

That comes from too much suffering
You went to God as a human being
Tired of being good
Tired of the sensation of hope
You felt the breath in you
Was increasing in hesitation
And sleeplessness, so you went

To God, To love you sleeplessly
And it worked!
Like an unfinished Dream of god
You stood, half-perfect
With thoughts that were
An unending Reality of God

You woke up, struck then by
The God-Hour of your species
You took the last step, with
A heart of gratitude
Smooth solace for the chaos

Mistaking earth for Heaven
You loved the world with new eyes.

Treatise on Yunus Emre

I tried to make sense of the holy books
Until love arrived,
Then all the scriptures became
A holy single syllable
Her word was “love”

Divine love is the one I need
Day and night I burn –
I read the faces of suffering creatures
To find the lips of thy glory!
My pity would break into an outcry

That went beyond all God’s images
The only source I have left is your love
I find no great joy in being alive
If only to be one drop
That contains an ocean

Each passing day fans and rouses flames
Of the desire to love both worlds
As the same, Heaven and Earth
My abode and my destination
I tired to love all the people of the world

Until I felt you by my side, in everybody
Do not let me wander from your love
Don’t let me leave your door
And if I lose myself
Let me find myself again in You.

God Lives in the World like we Do

One must be very particular about
Giving everything to the grace
The Universal decides our fate

Through surrender one can realize God
Whatever God might be at the time
A man is truly free when she knows

Her true nature, and follows it –
For to discard our truth would be
To lie to ourselves and deprive the world

Of what we were truly meant to be:
One must be very particular about love
Giving our love to the Divine in us

It’s not a question of desire or beloveds
It’s a question of listening to the Universal
Through selfless work, loving the world
One can talk to God as I’m talking to you.

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