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Shams and Jalal’udin

We talk for hours into the night.
A lotus candle burns.
Who is Shams?
And who is Jalal’udin?

Neither!

We are both the Beloved One.

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Love, And Timestops

All of the sudden, I want you to crash into me.
If that train careened into me,
nothing, not a thing, would be wrong.

You give me
downright
mindblowing
sensations
of the way you love the whole universe.

When I start to feel love,
I suddenly feel…an immense ocean of lack.
It burns sweet and pulls hard.
But really?
It’s not a lacking at all is it?
That sweet burn and hard pull
is Your desire to play as every last atom in the universe,
isn’t it?
You made infinity to pleasure yourself, didn’t you.
How much you love, I doubt I’ll ever know,
and just a taste of it turns my world inside out.

You keep sending me postcards lately,
snapshots in time.
A tree I’ve driven past a hundred times
is suddenly blooming still in timestop,
effulgent in all its beautiful, raucous
attention-getting.

White blossoms say “Hello!” to me as they fall in stillmotion.
A chime, unringing, grabs my attention,
and the world in the misty morning stands still yet again
as you send me another postcard.

What if You wrote me a whole letter?
I might lose my fucking mind.
I might stop going to work.
I might stop doing my duty.
I might stop talking.
I might stop hating and fighting.
That’s scary, and you know that, too, don’t you?

You’re hinting at me.
I’m starting to catch your drift.
The stories I tell myself, the stories I told,
and clung on to, don’t matter.
It could all be so easy,
so mindnumbingly simple,
if I just let it be.

If you blast my mind away,
I’ll run through town smashing your idols,
and then we’ll be Even.

I love the postcards,
but I want you to know I’m scared,
yet curious as always.

So if you fire the final shot,
please do this gently, with me on board,
when the time is right,
with the love you love the whole universe with.

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I Could Stare at That Face for Eons

Aye, Keshava, aye!

I could stare at that face for eons
I could fall into it
and my heart beats
like the deep, silent boom of the universe

One look at your face,
and I feel time unmoving.
I see the black of space and galaxies
And dark pink flowers unfurling.

In your concern,
I see how black yin meets gold yang.
In your delight, I see
the formless embracing form, letting go,
embracing form, letting go,
for eons.

When you smile and play,
I know why you make matter,
And I know why you made the universe so big.

I’ve heard of some who think they need to search for you
In the fumes of mind alone.

But they haven’t seen
how the formless yearns for form,
How you’re always everywhere, flinging yourself
with sweet, thirsty yearning
into the joyful play of the physical world.

Wah, Narayan, wah!

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The Voice of God

The voice of God is
as quiet and gentle as the sunrise at dawn,
when the sky is still purple, melting into golden pink.

Become quiet enough to hear
the voice of God.
He doesn’t pester.
He is gentle.

God is all around.
He is all right here, never lording over.
His voice is gentle, a brief caressing breeze.
He is like the gleaming dust particles in the sun.

Become slow so you can see him.
Become quiet inside so you can hear him.

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(He only bangs on your door
when the choices you haven’t made
are fastlaneing you to your heart’s death.
I pray we never get there.
When he shouts for you to bring you back,
he runs you off cliffs, crashes you into trees,
and t-bones your car.)

Don’t make God wail for you–
because he will risk your life to save your Heart.
Become quiet now
so you can hear his
soft, gentle, always-here voice.

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