THE NEXT ROOM

In the West, poetry has pretty much been “dying on the vine”
Because there’s simply no “juice” left –
Especially since there’s no longer any believable God to write for.

In ancient Islam, mysticism and poetry frequently were allied –
And in medieval Sufism, with Hafiz and Rumi,
You might even say that, for a time, they became the same thing.

Christianity, knocking through a couple millennia of violent materialism
And repressible crimes,
Has, unfortunately, over time, devolved into contemporary Evangelical/Republican paternalism.

Sufi poets, however, spent their time and spiritual energy searching for the “heart of humanity”
And found it in “Love” –
Which enabled them to dance and sing ecstatically.

Westerners might one day experience this too –

But from way over, in the next room.

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A DANCE OF JOY

Usually, one doesn’t meet God personally,
And, even in that case, ordinarily just by accident.

We pass by, and only later realize
Something happened –
Maybe just a momentary impression –
Like noticing stars looking like astral “white flowers”
Or a simple shrub beside the path, when hit by the sun, turning into a “star.”

It’s the joy arising in our hearts
That tells us God has just passed by.

Unexpectedly, we feel like dancing –
Even though the world might think us crazy –

And we are – but only for God.

Our heart starts beating an internal drum:

Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy

Our feet leave the ground –
And, suddenly,
We’re in the air!

Who says there’s no such thing as ecstasy
In North America?

TALKING ABOUT BEAUTY

Beauty needs to be “fresh” –
Strike us as a surprise –
And be “one of a kind.”

Can beauty be separated from love?
In other words, is it possible not to love what we experience as beautiful?
I think it’s unimaginable, unless you’re dead!

Spontaneity is the principal requirement for beauty –
Because no matter how much training you’ve gone through–
Whether in dance, sports, art, or anything else –
True beauty only appears beyond what you’ve already accomplished.

Beauty is natural –
Unaware of itself.

It’s always a gift –
Since it doesn’t have to be paid for –
Being much too dear for commercial purchase.

Sometimes, if you aren’t paying close attention, you might get tricked
Into thinking beauty is present, when it really isn’t –
But as soon as you look more closely – you’ll know whether it’s real.

It’s like a hummingbird flash –
Suddenly appearing, and then, just as quickly,
Gone.