chisels into this mind

The one
Who drove chisels into this mind,
Made beautiful holes,
Took down all the forts and castles of
and planted orchids and lilies;
Surrendering bows to you.

wake yourself up

From the dream state
There is always a sense of insufficiency
And you find yourself in the market place
Arguing over a price for a commodity
you already own.

You wake up and there you are my friend
A reservoir of light and
a warehouse of timeless beauty.
when you listen to your senses
We see a horse standing on all fours
And we believe it is awake:
The truth is he is sound asleep.
Now forget about the horse
And wakeyourself up.

lost in the world

There are moments
when you get lost in the world
and all you can see becomes
a big mirror covered with creases, humidity and frost.
The mirror cannot reflect back who you are.
and we sometimes call it MISUNDERSTANDING.
This could easily disappoint the mind
and disappointment can make you forget
how to sing, or how to walk upright
or how to make love to your beloved.
Return to your heart NOW, my friend
where lovemaking becomes
a sweet whistle arising from every single cells
or simply a song of nature
and the walking becomes just a dance

a flower into honey

With this body fully in the heart,
I sniff sweet aroma of life every moment.

the freshness that has just passed through my lips
is a secret passed between the moon and the tulip.
a message whispered between the cup and the cup bearer

If your seven year old tells you
he is bored of life,
don't give him too much counseling;
tell him how the bees
turns a flower into honey.

come, be my follower

A preacher says:-

"Come, be follower, I will carry your load and I will bring you peace and the prosperity you want. If you don’t follow me, I assure you, you are a sinner and you will go to hell when you die"

A teacher says:-

The teacher is not separate from the student. I am you and you are me. Look! There is a light from inside of you shining and begging to be seen, wanting to be felt. Let go of all your attachments and surrender to this light now. Then you are totally free.

child's hand

You touch a child's hand
and suddenly your migraine dissolves.
Don't ask what was happening.
For love is a miracle.
With the emptiness like this
you can lift even the mud of worries
from the Nile's shoulder and say to her
"Now sing!" .

The flow

We
are in the heart now,
Heart of the flow
and every single nanosecond
a baby leaves the womb
a chicken cracks the egg
a seed breaks the ground and
sniffs the sweet air with a smile.
and trust me, no going back
because true freedom is more delicious than the wine.
As we speak now, hundreds of prison cells are
being smashed in Tripoli and elsewhere.
because we are in the heart of the flow.
If we try to put barricades against the Niagara falls
the stones will laugh like crazy
they would say to us they are the flow too.
their inside and their outside is the flow"

what has the tree lost

what has the tree lost
In shedding her old bark?
It is called wildhearted courage.
It is called freshness in the seeing.
It is called clarity in the waterfall
where the heart, the bridge to the heart
and the song in the heart are one.
The tree knows
losing something is a pilgrimage
to a place where life has heard her first song.
So why are we afraid of this beauty?

gemstone

A true friend does not send money, flowers or
a bottle of wine or gemstone.
A true friend awakens the flowers already inside of you,
A true friend directs you to this omnipresent,
fathomless, unimaginably delicious fragrance
in your heart.

no more waiting for the rooster

Every day
A lotus emerges from between poems,
out of sheer serenity as the reminder
of the one we don't have the name for.
Don’t talk about the heart any more
Be the heart.
Open your eyes and see your elegance.
And no more waiting for the rooster
To wake you up in the mornings.
Be a wild-mooned rooster, my friend, and fall in love
With this burning.

Roses and weeds

A farmer pulls out bunches of weeds from his garden
and waters the tomatoes, chilies and carrots.
The earth laughs at our follies and
gives birth to more plants the next day.
Only the mind has names for everything.
...The earth does not say this is rose or that is weed.

Cyborea, Judas mother never called her son a weed
She called him sweet, tender breath.
Watch the mind that bribes you for separation
and bow down to the snails on your sidewalk.
the moment you rise up, you cannot be
the same person again.

To my dear friend B.M.Dejene

The sun you have been searching for

You are famous for your splendid wheat farm on the green hills
And the villagers talked about your extraordinary harvest.
And yet you talked about shortage all the time
And kept stacking away the chaff even when
The winds want to blow them away.

My friend;
You’re the water that you drink
On hot summer days, when so much
Love goes into the drinking.
Look inside!
The sun you have been searching for
is also searching for you.

On her way to a market place

On her way to a market place
a coffee bean slips out of a grey sack
and falls on the ground.
When you come the same path
A few years later, you will see
an elegant tree full of ripe coffee cherries.
This is a kind of elegance you are, my friend
when you smile without any rehersals
When you start singing without waiting
for approval outside of you;
when every single human being
you meet becomes the rain

in the sahara desert.

wherever I move

This force is not
something I can stop
even if I want to.
I know this: -
wherever I move
it is towards you, my friend
towards the emptiness between your eyes.
This song will soon find you and
grab you by the shoulder and shake out of you
All that you don’t need.
Then you will start laughing at
how many times you’ve tempted to break into
Your barn to steal your own cow

Earth and rain

The earth never attempts
To defend herself from the rain.
She rather opens herself up
And becomes fully soaked.
Now I am here, my friend
Waiting for you to trade
Your sobriety with drunkenness.
Then like the earth and the rain
You and I can vanish into each other
completely.

dust on the ground

Once you taste union with the beloved
Then you know separation is very pricy.
Tell me the truth. Can you buy it?
there is a desire and there is longing
then examine where they are taking you.
If they take you to light,
even the dust on the ground
will rise to kiss your feet.

moment of Intense awakening.

Life is a master designer.
When she takes something away from you
This taking away is the moment of
Intense awakening.

Don't ever moan.
Pick up a pen and write poems of ecstasy.
or kick off your shoes
and dance the dance of light.

every gratitude

Why do you go far When the abundance inside of you is already complete?
This morning the heart opened up
to a ten million galaxies and it was
impossible not to sing.

with every gratitude
you send out to the universe
A blade of grass smiles
and starts dancing with the wind.

just like any other kids

just like any other kids in the village
I was once a good child.
who obeyed rules, followed trends
and never questioned
formulas and authorities.
One day a friend grabbed me by the neck
and threw me off the cliff
and said:-
Your purpose HERE
is not to make anyone happy
nor to inherit the earth.
Your purpose, my friend is to
Taste honey from the beehive
that is not yet opened.
to hear the music that is not yet
heard.

unopened tulips

you have been planning to live

or feeling guilty for sleeping

so much in the past.

But  my friend listen!

Listen deeply!

the one that is omnipresent inside of you

Ten thousand unsmelled-unopened tulips inside you

keeps whispering

wanting to meet you and then
 kiss your regrets away.

moving away from time

Why lament so much, my friend?
Whatever you lose or gain
Is not yours.
They are rather your outward appearances
Tricking the eye.

Do you know how you and I met?
We are listening to the song
Of the same skylark hovering over the blue sky.
The act of listening became the heart
and took us by flight
And there was no more you
or I or the skylark or the blue sky.

This moving away from time and the self
brought us back into the warehouse of this daring
Undertaking called love.

flowering lips

You always had opinions, always something to talk about
even when there is nothing to talk about.
You worried about stock markets and aging and coup d'état
and divorce and sexual dying.
But my friend, there is no talking, no silence
nor dying, in this place, where we are now.

The cow grazes all day and
chews the cud all night long.

This place my friend, rises beyond stock markets and dying.
This place has divine flowering lips. return to the source,
Be serene now and bow
to kiss it.

If you want serenity

If you want serenity
be serene yourself first
then spontaneity becomes natural to you.

When you were a child
Your parents might have wanted you to be famous
like Genghis Khan or Alexander the great
to conquer the world and build empires.

who you want to be
It is for you to decide now.

you cannot touch the heart of the constellations
with the mind full of to-do-list.
with cottons of false indentity in your ears
how can you hear the song of the raindrops
falling on your roof?

emptiness

like a masterpiece poem,
a child comes forth from elsewhere
and we look at her emptiness
and a pure smile washes our eyes from dust.
what else can the world do now
other than emptying and emptying and emptying
herself from all concepts, ideologies and definitions
until she is totally free and whole again.