where the wounds can heal

When you are present,
you are fully here.
You are still.
This is a field
where the wounds can heal.

in the beginning

In the beginning
There was word.
Long before word, there was you, stillness.
Now, if you say,
You’re hungry for love, hungry for serenity,
Go ask the ocean
If she is hungry for beauty.
Go ask the sun
If she is hungry for light.

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space where you can dance

A poet's job
is not to finish a poem
nor to agonize over a grammar
or structure of the poem.
A poet's job is to point to the music
in your heart,
to remind you the beauty of this moment;
to be a divine space
where you can dance freely.

The love that you are

The love that you are
The beauty that you are
The peace that you are
is clouded behind the beaten tracks,
Behind all your blief systems,
You cannot see or fill them or touch them
until you get the courage
to stand fully, completely empty and naked
And look deeper inside
of you.

merging with the rainsong

I don't have
any other plans right now
other than kissing the hands of the lover;
other than merging with the rainsong
and falling on the deserts
where trees and sands stay awake
all night.

When the glass knows

When the glass knows
The taste of the wine
When she bows to the perfumes
in the wine
she rises beyond thousand skies.

With so much songs and poems
In your chest wanting to be shared,
Wanting to kiss the sun,
Please don’t go to sleep.

Soft wild song

your soft, wild song entered
this space, deeper and vaster
Than the well from which I drew water as a child;
And thousand trees outgrew their old barks,
their leaves laughing and flying like crazy
and thousand orchids bloomed under my feet.
Oh what kind of love is this!

Bulb

Beloved:
I am like a bulb
whose light cannot be contained
in the glass:-
like a mirror
that reflects your heart
on everything I am
in touch with.
That is my gift for you today,

standing by the window

Don't just stand by your window
and watch the moon rising about the cloud.
Vanish into her soft, deep whispers
and be the love

in her tender eyes.

formulas

All kind of formulas
and learned practices
Are burden for growth.
The same way
You drop your attachments
to anyone or to anything,
relinquish your formulas too
and start singing like Bilal.
Then come back, tell me
What this freedom
is doing to you.

Visitation

You visit
this world as a pure diamond
and you leave the world exactly as you are.
Your heart knows this for sure.
Between your journey
You might have forgotten who you really are
and start gathering dust around you.
This time you take the appearance of a bronze.
beneath the dust, however,
the sanity called diamond continues to shine.

The mirror

Your longing is

a  sweet gypsy

 wandering around looking for someone

to sing with.

Your yearning is  a restless  farmer

roaming in search of grass and  water for his cattle.

Dear one: 

You may go  to far away  regions where
your desire wants you to go;

but  remember to come back to your center, to your equator more often

where the mirror can reflect your true self.

Your patience

Your patience
Your patience, dear one, is the sea
Bearing with the dolphin's sleep.
You waited
and waited
and waited
until I am fully awake
Until I know the sacred art of deep listening
and then you gushed into a magnifcent song.

Your dance

Your dance, my friend
shall not be caused by separation from yourself or
lonesomeness or any kind of dissatisfaction.

Your dance shall be a celebration of
life's own glory
when you can no longer contain your radiance
inside of you.

return to your center

This longing is
a sweet gypsy
wandering around looking for someone
to sing with.

this yearning is a restless farmer
roaming in search of grass and water for his cattle.

dear one;
You may go where ever your temporary hunger wants you to go
but remember to return to your center, to your equator more often
where the mirror can reflect your true self.