March 12th, 2017

March 12th, 2017


Affirmation: I follow my heart. I can trust it.


Word of the Day: vade mecum (n):

1. a book for ready reference: manual.

2. something regularly carried about by a person.

Sufi Masters (1)

Sufi masters are those
whose spirits existed before the world.
Before the body, they lived many lifetimes.
Before seeds went into the ground, they harvested wheat.
Before there was an ocean, they strung pearls.
While the great meeting was going on about bringing
human beings into existence, they stood up to their chins
in wisdom water. When some of the angels opposed creation,
the Sufi sheikhs laughed and clapped among themselves.

Before materiality, they knew what it was like
to be trapped inside matter. Before there was a night sky,
they saw Saturn. Before wheat grains, they tasted bread.
With no mind, they thought. Immediate intuition to them
is the simplest act of consciousness, what to others
would be epiphany. Much of our thought is of the past,
or the future. They are free of those.

Before a mine is dug, they judge coins.
Before vineyards, they know the excitements to come.
In July, they feel December. In unbroken sunlight,
they find shade. In fana, the state where all objects
dissolve, they recognize objects.

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The Surf 

When I was younger
I wanted everything
And in my earnest
And not so earnest
Ambitions
Conations
Striving
Reaching
I perpetually came short
Waves lapping on the surf
Unable to form
A strong enough grasp
To hold onto the sand
Like a fist

My longings left me
Empty as a shell
Hollow as a coconut
Pining
Wishful
Wistful

After too many fights
To stay alive
The fire in my belly
First smoldering embers
Then black pieces of charcoal
Unmoving
Inert
Dense stars
That exploded unto themselves

When I was older
I wanted nothing
And in my earnest
And not so earnest
Quest
Desire
Defending
Resisting
I was perpetually swamped
Submerged under the waves
Pinned down by the deluge
Held beneath the overflow
Inundated
Engulfed
Beaten open
Like a starfish

My longings left me
Full and fraglie as an egg
Weighted down like an anchor
Overwhelmed
Relinquished
Resigned

I realized then
Of wanting everything
And never getting it
Or wanting nothing
And never achieving it
Either way
I wouldn't have
What I wanted

So I let my wants go
Of wanting and
Of not wanting
They went
And they came
Staying and leaving
As they wishes

And I
Playing on the beach
Dancing in the waves
Skipping in the sand

Let myself
Be
No longer the serf
The surf