Remnants of Enlightenment

In the night I hear you whisper.

It’s as if a bodhisattva
lost the light within the cold
and shivered.
At the moment where he numbs,
is when you take hold
and I succumb to great emotion.

Whereby the night
no longer moves but foams
at the mouth, bobbing. Waiting
for my first step
to understand my perfection.

And your whisper resonates,
knocking framed calligraphy
off the wall, and there begins
my flight.

There we fade into the night.

Love is My Religion

“As long as there is duality,
[one's] relationship is with Adam and Eve.
But when duality retreats, the one [reality] is God.
When the path of Lordship (rububiyat) appears,
the dust of humanness departs.”

Entangle me within love,
that I may stumble in ecstasy.
Close my eyes and surround my heart
until all else fades and God is I!

There is no distinction
between the lover and beloved.
Within me there is, without me there is
and in us all He is.

Harmony,
oneness within all.
The Universe is love
and in us all His love.

Open your conscience (qalbi)
to the light of it all,
to the spirituality of love.

hun, po

Heaven and Earth,

What do we see when we look up? Beyond the occasional bird or plane. Beyond the clouds. The sky. The darkness after. The moon. And everything we classify as space. Beyond the universe?

What lies where nothing is? The expanse where everything will soon engulf?

What dreams mold and multiply where everything will be?