ASK THE DUST

Why don't you trek to the deepest canyon's peak

Call out your name over and over in vain

Hear the river of echoes floating back your way

Once they are gone, and they will flee

Ask the dust

What you really are

Little pieces of broken dried up flesh

Stuck, hidden, preserved even 

Under a tall large yellow rock

No, you don't fear an unknown town

You don't walk away from certain risk or danger

You fear not to climb walls that belong to another

Returning shortly after dusk

Any drug, overdose even if

Waking up with a knife at your throat

No the dust will tell you 

This frightens you not a pinch

It is quite a simple bit, I am afraid you'd smirk sire

Just ask the flowing dust

It is a broken heart you fear most

More so then a death wish onto an innocent child

Trust if no one else, it'll settle

And after the shore winds are gone

Whirls of dust speak where they are swept to

And cover your one and only fear

The dusty cloud moves faster than you can see

Or muster to feel

Just pose the query 

I promise it'll tell but a simple and quick tale

Ask the whirl in the dust

If you dare.

11.28.2010

Only One Beloved

As Rumi said hundreds of moons ago

One and only Beloved
All his fatal love becomes Yours
Through this relentless fire
You’ll possess his Warmth,
The deep realization of self
And be of His touch through all your Movement
Only one that gives all his unparalleled Love
And life and heaps of blinding Light
As for me
A candle and water reflections unite
As young lovers do
Two swallows choose a direction
From flickering fire tracks in the water
Safeharbor this Secret in your Heart
For the One and only Beloved
Appears and arrives only when you Believe
Permit him to wake through your only vessel
Of Life, and
Into the vehicle of your Soul.
One and Only Beloved
May He find You.

Rumi tribute

12.12.2009 – edited 11.23.10

Chimes

Another Year we Feasted

In Silence We Hear

The Clearest of Sounds

Hold a Hand of Another

Today, Quiet the noises

Your Other Hand is a free Bird

Employ it with a Great Intention

Too, Insist on the Magnificent Silence

Sit and Share the sights of the bare tree Trunks,

Perhaps covered in Dazzling snow Blankets

Or sit on a White beach

Washing your Toes in the Seashore

In Peace, you'll realize

The Greatest Fortune of the Human kind

The Presence of another's Silence

Alongside Yours

And Then it happens

You'll hear a Chime in the Wind

Two Shells rubbing Against each Other

Two metal shapes Clinging to Sound like a Glue

It is not Only my Wish but also a small Command

Within the Beauty that Exist in You and Around

Chime Away for years To come.

Happy Holidays 2010

In Bali

 

A lovely island sprinkled with Hindu temples

How I wish you were here to witness

The white tall waves and the great ocean sounds

The black pearls and quietude

Spelled across the bluest of skies

All the water around me attempting to wash away

My memories

Of you

Every time I see a woman in a sari

I think, almost wishing you’d take a dip into the pool by my feet,
Lonely water drips, footsteps to the villa

I walk alone

Knowing what I ought to know

Seeing what I prefer to recognize

There is no real way to bring you here

To this moment in time

Crystal clear water

Tell me now

If I close my eyes

Will I wake up with you next to me?

And if Not

Will the dreaming stop?

Bali is breathtaking

Even if it has so much less

Then your kind embrace

An island in the middle of my mind

Suits me and you just fine

Temple bells I hear

And it tells me it's time

For a prayer

For I don’t know how

But I can’t seem to give in

Without a small wish

For an hour of your presence

Be it in Bali or floating in the Dead Sea

Be it tomorrow or in five years.

11.01.10