Gravity

The earth and the sun attract each other.
Scientists say it is the gravity. I say it is the force of love.
May be we both are looking at the same star.

Trillions of cells and millions of dreams and
Countless thoughts are born and die and reborn in our body every day.
They are woven out of this delicious stuff called love.
The waterfall of this song continues to
awaken us from our sweet sleep.

If you are not aware of this,
It does not matter. The world is not going to end right now.

Is a flower aware of her rich fragrance?
Is a drum aware of the hands that caress her?
Are stars aware of their beautiful smiles?

I don't know how to tell this story

                                                                              [For Ann ]

Like a flower that blushes at the meeting with  sunlight
I get easily startled by beauty.
I don't really know, my friend,  how to tell this story.
I don't really know.
May be I wanted to be a sonbird.
May be even a rainbow that's aware of her awareness.
A friend shared with me a love story
and something inside me opened up.
something inside me looked around in all directions
and leaned her face agaist the sky of my heart.
The passing winds whispered into her ears
and the moon kissed her face.
The feeling is so intense, my friend,

intense like orgasm,  like birthing
I don't know how to telll this story.

Love

You are a living witness;
About love
So much as been sung
So much as been written and so much as been said…
The word that has not yet been said
The song that has not yet been sung
The poem that has not yet been composed
The space that has not yet been touched…..
That is LOVE

everyday

Inside me there is a songbird
that sings every day.
a moon that smiles every day
and a child that grows every day
And a woman that cares every day
and a wind that blows every day…

Inside me there is a man
who dreams every day,
a rainbow that occurs every day
And a mother that loves every day
and a plant that blossoms every day.
a flower that opens every day
and the sun that rises every day
and the ocean that flows everyday...

My friend:
I am all of these and all of that
And you’re all of these and all of that.

Watching the birth of Jesus

Fluid flames in the voice

Fragile tears in the eye...

They cleanse the dust in the body

and the fog in the mind and doubt in the heart

I call this flowers.

On the bank of the sea

waves bump into waves

and no casualties, no martyrs as a result.

The sea comes to aliveness during the transaction.

We watch a yard-full-of-grass

Thriving on a few raindrops. What simplicity, what elegance my friend!

Remember: We're watching the birth of Jesus

In everything we do and everything we touch.

This is more than enough my friend; more than enough.

Let's learn to say enough, my friend.

The snow is confused by beauty

Minnesota wakes up into a grey morning.
It was warming up a little
and the snow on the ground
was melting, was melting away
like happy human hearts
or like tongues losened by drunkeness.
Tree branches were decorated with little frosts.
Was that why the trees looked dreamy or fully awake?
When I walked by
I suddenly caught the flame of aliveness.
I know this is not a daydream
Even the snow is confused by beauty.

Love is a secret business

Beloved friend:
Love is a secret business, have I already said this?
When you connect with chocolate
Don’t crush it between your jaws and send it down your throat
Instead hold it in the tender part of your tongue and
Be still.

I tell my neighbors that I go for a walk

Twice a day or three times or four times… a day

The truth is I went out

TO caress the ground with my feet

Dear friend:

Love is a secret business.

Don’t brag when you talk about love

When the drum and the drummer meet

They don’t make noise. They make music.

When the heart dreams of love

The head drifts into a deepest state of sleep.

When the right hand gives,

The left hand would not notice it at all.

Dear friend:
Love is a secret business.

When you're in love

                                                                                                          For Rumi

You died seven hundred years ago, in konya Turkey , they say.
You were buried 700 years ago, they say.
But why are you still very close to my heart?
Why do you still come to my abode
Every evening in the silence of the moon
And sing your sublime songs
all night long until silence departs again?

When you are in lov...e

The distance between here and Konya disappears.

and you start learning the language of your heart

And your heart becomes your beloved.

When you’re in love

You're the mirror as well as

the face in it. Hav't you said that already?

You’re here as well as everywhere,

in the smiles of the moon

as well as in the sorrow

of falling leaves.
In Minnesota as well as in Konya
Distance and borders, time and space dissolve
When you are in love.

The Nile is flowing

The Nile is drunk with aliveness, flowing into the world.
Mysterious Ganges is reddish and brown and blue….
Great Mississippi dances to the nation’s song.
Beloved friends
Do you feel? My love is flowing into you.

Whatever comes from light returns to light

Milky ways, falling rain, serene sky
wandering stars or silent nights
All have the same void as I.

Whatever comes from light
returns to light
If I bloom by day
I xpand by night.

My body is flesh of the living earth
My soul, heart of pure gold
Why afraid of pain and death
Why afraid of getting old?

Ode to the Tibetan Flute

A music pouring down from your hole
Merges one ocean with thousand rivers,
Million forms with the formless.
This sublime, wailing sound,
Wafted thru me like a perfume from tree branch
Like delicious food I just had with a friend
Like sea wave
it shoved me into the shore of eternity
and I lost my way to my home and I loved it.
Like the soul of a wandering wind
it ignites longing.