The Creative Script

We are not our thoughts, our own mind
Or the life we made; the intersection of time
We are not the lottery of birth
The ranks among men; the torture of the towns

No; we are something else…
Further from the cities of holograms and projections
Where a drop of sacredness changes everything
Like a dissolution of all the cravings

Where we turn invisible to the old way of things
We are not the actors and the roles
Not the sacrifices we thought we had to make
We are not the life scripts and labor and duty

We are the heart broken and made whole again
We are the cosmic patterns that sowed in us
Miracles and wonders that had little to do with us

Those things that put you beyond beliefs
Those events that change all further moments
Where the self is no longer just a self
And our work is no longer just a selfish thing

There we find remnants of who were before the fall
Before a sort of dumb materialism and capitalism
Those idols that destroyed us on the inside
Worry is itself the idleness of loving not enough

We mustn’t complain for the secret choice we made
But find fruit in the ordinary and nectar
Also in the suffering; that is our way of life
Our habit of doing and repeating
What we ourselves expect us to do; the designs
We follow irrespective of the outcomes
We are all brief experiments in a violent seeing
Where there is not time to be; but rush like an art in pain.

The Sapphire Memories

I’ve cut my soul into divine strips
To deliver me into my own bliss
It is selfish to crave altars

Whose bright shaking leaves spell Autumn
I am a flowing here like honey
My heart is liquid and melts
To the touch of beings, the sight
Of worlds, I am a bit of everything

The festive joy that resides
After bodies, experience, simulations
The game of roses is nearly done

ii

I am a flicker of a spirit
Drawn in incense and silence
Can you feel me there too?
And pour all that is left of me
Into golden midnight and moons

With the fragrance of nature’s delicacy
The vulnerability that never departs
And the safety of a trillion glittering forms

I am all of those and shine still on Earth
No matter the ruined paradise of cities
Old and wretched, and empires,
Keen to exploit the people, it’s always
Been the same, silver tunics, obedient daughters

iii

It’s easy to make a vision with the ones you love
But the truth is never what it appears to be
To unloose the beauty of your eyes

Is to find the rapture of nature once again
There is no equal of that among the Gods
That which most excites the mind is divine
Abstract, like the fuel of the centuries
Whose voice is sweet yet so impersonal.

Be Light

This Soul is from elsewhere

Enough of the poor translations
Of half-truths, and beautiful illusions
I want the sanctuary that silence binds

The golden press of pure meditation
That what I love, I will become
So I will raise my words
And not my voice and all that is
Healing will be my hands

And like rains unto the flowers
I will be the cool gentleness
To change the world, I’ll change myself

I will learn to be so calm
That peace will drive all happiness
And I will age with grace and pause
And I won’t hold on and I won’t let go
I’ll just be the soul of the universe
That is love, in chaos find a sign of order.

All else is poor translation

All else is poor translation

What you seek is seeking you
So be in gratitude and find
Life’s opulence like a cascade
Of open doors, and above all
Give your heart to the world
So you can feel a part of this Earth
Don’t grieve, but learn to celebrate
In every error, at every step of tragedy
Illuminate the hours and remember
How blind you were, how filled with acceptance
You have become, a maturity of meeting
The world half way, that’s fate
What you seek is seeking you
Sell your cleverness to buy simplicity
Buy simplicity and forget yourself
Forget yourself and learn
Love and truth are but poor translations
Learn the joy of absolute silence.

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.

The Fever for a Cosmic Devotion

It is from God, so hear!
And to serve God you return
Not the God of your people
But the God that is universal

So good and with details for the whole
Of evolution, encyclopaedic
With a breath that is all-merciful
We learn to be compassionate

Through pure trials of suffering
And it’s not, that we are different after all
We share the same genes, similar stories
Carry a spirit in a body, harvest soul

In what we do, create, express, innovate
It is from God, so you see!
My Beloved, is the same as yours!
For none sees him except himself

That we all possess some page
Of the religion of love
Whatever way Love works in you
I follow the same path, I’m sure

And faith is but an approximation
Of the vibration, the quantum signature
That lights the way, my silence listens
My surrender is a practiced “letting go”

Maybe it took me lifetimes
To encompass inner beauty
These are the tears of the soul-forever
I could not forget the privilege.

The Soul Achieves Herself without effort

Gradual is our relationship
with the grace behind nature
another spectral October Fall
how the wizard sun confines

and the flamingo sunsets wave goodbye
the fires ebb, the flowers cease
their sport, the stars wink
at snowflakes on their fall

to carpet a sparkling web
sapphire moments drift by
at dusk in the cities
there is a soft glimmer

in the streets, it is cold outside
as we bow one by one into
our brief solitude, with visions
to guide us for the labours of tomorrow

paralyzed by the savings of gold
or the lack of savings in our bank accounts
the wisdom of life is a brief release
the details we once scrutinized

no longer seem so important after all
to live a good life, means different things
at separate points in our story
and nothing in the end intoxicates

like the God neurochemical
call it what you will, the spirit
lives on after all these subplots
the search for a diviner brand

of metaphysics, philosophy, utopia
until there are no visitors to our soul
but a diviner truth, a more united feeling
gradual is our relationship
with what’s beyond the scope of years.

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SUFI PSALM II

Would that I were aware
Of all the Love in this Universe
My heart would possess a bounty
From the Divine, and those that would
Deem me dead would say
I have become entangled in all lovers
On the day of parting with all the worlds
Thou seest a sun on celestial spheres
Surrounded by flowers of the different planets
Orange, gold and pink: like blessings of Goddesses
On the smooth surface of mausoleums
Of Beloved remembrance,
The Spirit would then baffle everyone
Playing hide and seek with the centuries
That faith departs, that faith could endure
The Gospels change to suit the needs of the people
Every student of the Psalms of David, every Jewish doctor
Every Sufi poet, could prepare their holy words
Until all words would have been forgotten
Would that I were aware
Of all the departed roads, dead-ends, golden cliffs
Of time, I’d bring you to the wedding quarters
Where we marry not each other, but the God of Love.

LAST DIWAN

I

I am the One who loves Love
Not weak human love
But Spiritual love that takes
Centuries and lifetimes to perfect
That can unify the feelings spread out
Over centuries, as forest and light

ii

We are all two souls incarnated in one body
A Spiritual companion and a material vehicle
Which one we follow is up to us
If you see me, you see Him,
If you see Him, you see me

iii

I am the One who loves Life
Not the fragile life of this body
But the Spiritual life that takes
All creatures and all forms on this journey
I will not ever cease swimming the seas of love

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Rising with the wave, then descending
Now the wave sustains me, and I am the water
Love will bear me away
Until there is no longer any shore
Any last light, we shall mystify ourselves.

Treatise on Kabir II

Are you looking for me?
I am in the next seat
Your heart jumping
As our shoulders touch

As our heads turn with smiles
In a moment that is a feast
Not found in temples, holy books
Not found in rituals, or authorities

Not in teachers, or sayings
It is the living divinity of life –
I’ve burned my own house down
With my yearning for you?

Ecstatic beloved. of divine partnership
Admire the diamond that can
Bear the hits of poverty and loneliness
It is the human spirit, bundled

In the market of profitless meditation
Lo! I am beside thee, and for an instant
Our minds are love, in a moment of time
Are you looking for me?

Student, tell me, what is God?
Is he but an empty dream, the soul too?
A garden of flowers O lost friends!
In your body is the garden of flowers

Take your seat on the thousand
Petals of the lotus, and gaze on Infinite Beauty.
The ultimate unbounded cannot be lured
By virtue, philosophy – but only by

Purity, freedom, emptiness, the silence
Of non-attachment, the glory
Of a lover who sees his beloved everywhere
There, an Eternal Fountain has no words.

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.

Travelers like Rumi

O traveler, if you are in search
Of that which brings bliss
Experience will bring you not to the soul

But mirror neurons grasp like gems
The glistening of energy
pure and simple, listen for the voice

that brought you here, to this world
don’t look outside, look inside –
look inside every face to feel it

look in every country to discover it –
the soul of nations, the art of history
the springtime of the spirit

Is not for lovers, but for lovers of God
that sea which is full of pearls
those stars that are stones of light

like rubies, where the soul is whole
in emptiness and simplicity
O traveler, if you are in search

for that which is the home of unity –
drink water, as the first salt
and kiss your wife, as the setting sun

the proclamation of heaven comes in many forms
do not be afraid to lose anything
when everything can be gained

at the lips and horizons of your soul
it is a fountain made of tender transparency
a soul-force whose cry echoes in all creatures.

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