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.

THE BIGGEST INVISIBLE PARTY

Humanly, I think it’s impossible to know much about God
Except through “spirit” – and, primarily, through “love.”

Generally, God is unknowable to human beings
As if hidden behind a “mystical cloud”
Despite humanity’s best creative images and poetry.

But that cloud, surprisingly, sometimes opens to reveal God
When lightning flashes of radiant love
Break through our quotidian existence.

It’s certainly true that human beings are able to love
More than they’ll ever be able to fully understand.

For example, love is humanity’s “side entrance”
Into a timeless, ecstatic celebration
God has been producing on a regular basis for God’s closest friends –

The biggest invisible party
Held at infinite undisclosed locations
Ever given.

POETS ARE BAKERS (for National Poetry Month)

Poets are bakers
Kneading wonder words into the food we need.

Sometimes, though, poets can start believing they’re even more ancient than the gods
And attempt to create greater worlds than those gods were ever able to achieve.

Poets’ most critical work, however, is discerning fresh uncharted paths
That they can barely see –
And have rarely had the opportunity to walk on themselves.

Poets also are carpenters
Building worlds not yet in focus – much less existence –
With unsettled words
Plucked out of the sweet invincible air.

Poets use words like nature uses colors –
And diligently work to design magic glasses
Through which “reality” may be seen.

Poets – humanity’s last surviving “world-makers.”