Friday, February 25, 2011

don't ask


Don’t ask what love can make, or can do.

Look at the colors of the world!

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty, and scared.

Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.

Take down a musical instrument and start to play.

Let the beauty you love be what you do.

There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

Be patient.

Respond to every call that excites your spirit


The beauty of careful sewing on a shirt

is the patience it contains.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull

of what you really love

When you do things from your soul, a river moves though you,

Freshness and a deep joy are the signs…


Be concentrated, and leonine

in the hunt for what is your true nourishment

Let body needs dwindle and

soul decisions increase

Diminish what you give your physical self.

Your spiritual eye will begin to open.


Little by little, wean yourself.

This is the gist of what I have to say.


From an embryo, whose nourishment

comes in the blood,

move to an infant drinking milk,

to a child on solid food,

to a searcher after wisdom,

to a hunter after more invisible game.

Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo.

You might say, “The world is vast and intricate.

There are wheat fields and mountain passes,

and orchards in bloom.

At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight

the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding.”

You ask the embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up

in the dark with eyes closed.


Listen to the answer:

“There is no ‘other world’.

I only know what I’ve experienced.

You must be hallucinating.”


The soul at dawn is like darkened water

that slowly begins to say Thank you, thank you.


When you feel gloomed over,

it’s your failure to praise. Irreverence

and no discipline rob your soul of light.

Awe is the salve

that will heal our eyes.

Don’t ever feel sorry for someone

who wants to be the sun, that other sun,

the one that makes rotten things fresh.

Make your loving clearer and clearer

No wantings, no anger. In that purity

you can receive and reflect the images of every moment,

from here, from the stars…


There is one righteousness:

Water the fruit trees,

and don’t water the thorns. Be generous

to what nurtures the spirit and God’s luminous

reason-light.


Monday, August 23, 2010

love




Looking at my life
I see that only love
Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.


Thursday, July 15, 2010

gamble everything for love


Gamble everything for love.

If you are a true human being.

If not, leave this gathering.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty.

You set out to find God, but then you keep

stopping for long periods at mean-spirited roadhouses.

Don't wait any longer.

Dive in the ocean, leave and let the

sea be you.

Silent, absent, walking an empty road.. all praise.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Let Me be Mad


O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!

Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.

Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!

Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.

Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert

Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:

Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!


Thursday, June 3, 2010

no fear




I have no fear of myths , nor satan

Not of blasphemy , or judgment

I have no fear of hell or despair

Destructions today or tomorrow

Nor I am afraid of drinking from a jar of wine

I know you better than you think you know god

and I know god better than I know you !

God is removed from everything

He doesn't even want to be a god !

A tool for your purpose ,

he doesn't want to be

A mirror of your horror

he doesn't wish to be so!

I fear him not ..

nor fear my own thoughts

The only fear I have in this world

is causing trouble to a single soul

I am not at war with anyone.

Nor anyone at war with me

Now , you tell me moses ,

who is more disturbed minded , you or I ?

I have no fear of myths , nor satan

Not of blasphemy , or judgment

I have no fear of hell or despair

Destructions today or tomorrow

Or drinking from a jar of wine


I know you better than you think you know god

and I know god better than I know you


Sunday, May 30, 2010

where everything is music.


Don’t worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn’t matter.

We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.

The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world’s harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.

So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.

This singing-art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.

Poems reach up like the edge of driftwood
along the beach, wanting and wanting!

They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can’t see.

Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.

Friday, May 28, 2010

garden of love


The garden of
Love
is green without
limit
and yields many
fruits
other than sorrow
and joy.
Love is beyond either
condition:
without spring,
without autumn,
it is always fresh.