That Feeling

Dawn slowly shows

The windows yellow

The rocky peak is pink

Orchestral calls of birds

Heavy blankets weigh

Your legs held down

By warmth in midst

Of morning chills

Mist gathers miles above

Gathers and draws more

Clouds reflect the new sun

The old sun, always there

Oceanus

The sea's eyes
See that white dress
Floating
Swirling in the dark waters
Of the bay

The sea's eyes
See the black wood
A hand reaches down

The white, beautiful fabric
Is gone
Gone with that hand
Made with skin
That was blacker than night

As black as the very bottom
of the deepest of the ocean.

Sisters Make Life Worth Smiling

My sister.

I love you.

You are strong, you endure everything that happens and no matter what, you come out stronger.

You always manage to make me burst out laughing with your quick wit, when I'm sad.

You are odd and strange and that goes to show that you are family.

Your emotions are always pure. When you feel anger, you BECOME the anger. When you are excited, you BECOME excitement. And so on.

I love everything about you, sissy.

You are absolutely perfect.

Happy 14th birthday, Kaelee.

Triplets

A moon, a rose, a bundle of sticks for firewood.
These are all one being.
The moon brings light, love, change.
The rose brings sweet scent, food, change.
The bundle brings warmth, potential, change.
A moon, a rose, a bundle of sticks for firewood.
They are three in one.

The Flute of Desire

Lower yourself upon a series of silent flutes. Become what you are not. For if you do, you can see what others truly are. Remain aware of what YOU truly are, or forget. Once you know the truth, Real Truth, you know more than the moon. And then the flutes can finally sing.

Wait

"Rub the oil into your hand," says Pahu.
I rub the oil, granted by the red candle, into my hand. Pahu stops me.
"That's enough."

The next day, I find her under the Tree, our meeting place. There is silence, but for the breeze, pushing at the wild grass and the branches of the Tree. I sit a little away from Pahu, my lovely friend.
After a while, the sweet silence is broken by Pahu, as she says, "You've done well. Now it is time for me to train myself, as I've trained you."
We bow and touch cheeks.
She walks down to the sea, stops for just two moments at the shore, and sinks into the sand.

The following day, the dolphins screamed.

Smek't'kcasey Mango Lane

Casey,
Casey Mango,
Casey Mango,
Good girl.

Casey,
Casey Mango,
Casey Mango,
Good girl.

Sugarboogergy Allerina Lane

Sugar,
Uh uh uh uh uh uh,
Ahhh, honey, honey,
uh uh uh uh uh uh,
You are my baby girl,
And you got me lovin' you.

Never Forever

The blackness all around us....
The beauties cannot be, nor can the uglies.
It is nothing and everything.
Existence, non-existence ... neither can be sought.
Blackness is perfect and imperfect both.
Blackness is the brightest bright there is not.

The Brown Oxide of Winter

A petty tyrant is looking at his unpaid bills with an obvious look of disdain. His cook serves him stale bread and tainted meat in a fever of panic, as she feels a ghost cross her path. It is January and the frozen lake outside the window holds skating children. Across the street is a church, inside of which a rabbi dances in a white silk coat, oblivious to the world around him. Behind the church, in the alley, a fool shouts, "I am the World!" In an open window above him is a face, belonging to a man who realizes that the fool is not such a fool after all.

The Blast of That Trumpet

This is for all those who contemplate suicide.
This is all for those close to Death.
This is in honor and memory of the only Rumi.

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"Remember me,
I will be with you in the grave,
on the night you leave behind
your shop and your family.
When you hear my soft voice
echoing in your tomb,
you will realise
that you were never hidden from my eyes.
I am the pure awareness within your heart,
with you during joy and celebration,
suffering and despair.


One that strange and fateful night
you will hear a familiar voice--
you'll be rescued from the fangs of snakes
and the searing sting of scorpions.
The euphoria of love will sweep over your grave;
it will bring wine and friends, candles and food.


When the light of realization dawns,
shouting and upheaval
will rise from the graves!
The dust of ages will be stirred
by the cries of ecstasy,
by the banging of drums,
by the clamor of revolt!


Dead bodies will tear off their shrouds
and stuff their ears in fright--
What use are the senses and the ears
before the blast of that Trumpet?

Look and you will see my form
whether you are looking at yourself
or toward the noise and confusion.
Don't be blurry-eyed,
See me clearly--
See my beauty without the old eyes of delusion.

Beware! Beware!
Don't mistake me for this human form.
The soul is not obscured by forms.
Even if it were wrapped in a hundred folds of felt
the rays of the soul's light
would still shine through.

Beat the drum,
Follow the minstrels of the city.
It's a day of renewal
when every young man
walks boldly on the path of love.

Had everyone sought God
Instead of crumbs and copper coins
They would not be sitting at the edge of the moat
in darkness and regret.

What kind of gossip house
have you opened in our city?
Close your lips
and shine on the world
like loving sunlight.

Shine like the Sun of Tabriz rising in the East.
Shine like the star of victory.
Shine like the whole universe is yours!"

~Rumi

Where

The desert holds my sanity
Scorch is its captive
Music holds my insanity
Love is its comfort