Poems – my own

Some poetry that has emerged  from this heart, that is related to the themes of this website:

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Friends

 

“The invisible Source

is my Beloved, the Friend,

That One I am always seeking to be with.

 

Yet sometimes

  I am inexorably drawn

to a visible friend

whose presence brings

The Presence

of love

into this world.

 

These friends can

break my heart open

Break, and make the

two worlds

one.

 

I thank them.”

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26/2/2001

THE MYSTERY

“To hold still

In Devotion to THAT,

to hold still

always

 in the midst of everything,

that the heart

  is

 always

 turned

to the Beloved in love

 

To remain undistracted,

beyond the possibility of distraction

to return the wayward soul

to That

 to YOU

to LOVE

 

To BE That

 

that everyone i see

everyone who sees me

is turned toward That too

 

 that is the mystery

 of the saints I love”

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This Broken Marriage     (May 97) 

This broken marriage

of soul

                and spirit

infects the body

with diverse

strategems

of defense

avoidance.

The pain breaks through

as grief,

      as illness,

           as anger,

                 as longing.

Embrace these gifts.

Welcome

               the invitation

to re-enter the union 

Don’t collude

             with the defenses 

Be patient

You are Here

For This.

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Only Truth                (Nov. 97)

Only truth gives freedom

only truth generates love

For love and freedom

are born, sprung from

the real –

“I honour those who try to rid

Themselves of any lying

who empty the self

and have only clear being there”

This is no easy task

but what else is worth being

but truth,

love,

which sets us free

Truth which frees us to love

Little truths are the way to Truth

just following the unfolding,

however painful

& twisted

the unravelling.

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the thorn

Paint the sky with poetry

Buckle on your positivity

Wash your hands

again

and again..

This may distract you

But don’t think

this

will

pull

the Thorn

from your

Heart.

The only balm

is

to become the thorn

conscious in this pain

conscious as the Heart.

Only then

  oh brother, sister

when you let

this be

will you

Break Open

to That

 Secret

You Are.

—-

“Become the thorn,

so that always ,

beside you,

there will be

                                              Roses”    -Rumi    March 2002

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In august 2012 , while in Scotland

preparing to perform Rumi

this happened

I had a dream

in which a lovely woman
so warm, so kind, so easy
unbidden
befriended me…


she leaned softly, tenderly,
not away from,
but into my pain…


so naturally,

 as a true Friend.

I said

 “you are such a balm to my soul!”
she answered quietly,

 simply


”I have become love”


then smiled and laughing said
“I am so happy!”

there was simple gratitude in her laughter

 

and a knowing

I asked her name


she said

“ Heaven “

I knew I was dreaming

and couldn’t get
her contact address!

 

and I know too

that she

she is what we can become.

                                                  -August 2012

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The Dawn  (received Berlin Jan. 95)

Don’t sleep tonight my friend.

Your waiting has been long-

Don’t sleep through

the dawn.

The dawn is breaking –

even in this darkness

even in the void,

the chaos of this long night

The dawn is breaking.

Even now

when you wonder

if the shoots of light

appearing, vanishing,

are real or not –

Even now when bats still

career across the dark sky

and owls hoot

The dawn is breaking

Stay awake

a little longer

my friend

The heart is cold with the long

cold bite of this long

cold night.

Fearful images of loss and confusion,

dreams of unending pain

still flit about

in this dark.

Be patient,

endure their presence,

whisper to them ever

in confidence

‘ the light is coming’

Yes the dawn is long,

is slow,

the light indistinct,

But what is time in

the face of

Eternal Certainty

My friend

stay close

listen

watch

Live for my World Soul

waking

The Dawn is coming.

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