Poet's Corner
Section Twenty-one
Miscellaneous verses by
Jamiluddin Morris Zahuri
Recent - miscellaneous (April 2014)
not categorised

Blue, blue, blue, skies,
Brown, brown, brown eyes,

White clouds sailing by
Very, very, very, high
Pink, pink, the rose glows
Green, green, meadows.

Blue, blue, blue skies,
Brown, brown, brown eyes,

Light white distant peaks,
Hear how that parrot speaks,
Of far off sailing ships
And close pink smiling lips,

Blue, blue, blue skies,
Brown, brown, brown eyes,

Silver white the river winds
Yellow gold the sun shines,
Lit by a heavenly kiss
Is a perfect day like this

Blue, blue, blue skies,
Brown, brown, brown eyes,

How brightly colours shine
In love’s rich, ruby-red wine,
Night black pupils see,
By the light of eternity

Blue blue blue skies,
Brown brown brown eyes,

There is a heavenly unity,
Dressed in all this variety,
Flowing from the artists brush
Glowing in the lover’s blush.

Blue, blue, blue skies,
Brown brown brown eyes,

Silver in the moonlight,
The winding river shines bright,
Lit by a heavenly kiss
Is a perfect night like this.


Light distant haze on a far off horizon, deepening,
To such an intense blue, as the eyes drift higher, seeking,
To penetrate the mystery of the sky, but cannot do.
Anymore than the mind can know the mystery of You.

Hafiz Spring

The spring of Shiraz, Hafiz, brings to the door,
Of one like me, who in heart is one of the poor.
His words send sunshine, wine, and roses too,
All the while my head is placed on his holy floor.

Pearl Seeking
A pearl seeking wanderer in the wild came to my door,
Lost and alone, heart-sad, sorry, world-weary and poor.
The way to the land of prosperity passed my door,
I pointed it out and even offered to do much more.
But that stranger, of my advice, felt very unsure.
I wonder when again that beggar will find my door,
For before leaving to become even more foot sore,
They dropped here, the pearl they were looking for.


In the heart and the mind and the soul,
Two become one to be made a whole.
Come bind with the cord of sweetest love,
Two souls blessed by the holy ones above.

Early Morning Thoughts

Wake with the thought of love, like a true, love-drunk, lover,
Chase away all other thoughts, and every lingering hangover,
Make the morning prayer in the heart, to sit at  love’s door,
Be the empty cup that into it love, the eternal Saki may pour.

Make love the early morning ablution,  and more over, lover,
The prayer carpet,  prostration, and confession or whatever,
Your particular religion demands, Be not content until,
Every corner of the heart and mind love alone does fill.

Make love the essential daily chore that cant be ignored,
What though things you do or say seem human and flawed,
Love turns every kind of man-made error and imperfection,
Into an appreciation of the eternal, timeless, perfection.

And if, for a moment, love you don’t feel, then kneel in the heart,
And beg, pray and earnestly implore. Don’t relent or depart,
Until love turns to you again and bids your heart to rise,
For love is the competition, the daily fight, and the prize.

If you find fears lingering, that this love is all craziness,
Ask love that fear to bless, (while for the day you dress),
And keep on with cultivating the constant company,
Of love, in all you hear, do, think, feel, plan for, or see.

For the real fear is that at life’s end you might have to say,
I didn’t  love as much, or as long, or as well,  every day,
As I should have, could have, or would have liked to do.
So do it, while divine breath you have in the body so to do.

So, (as you head for the door to catch that bus, train or plane),
Do not let all this business your heart from love’s thought constrain,
You depart as you did when God breathed Himself into your clay,
You will return God willing at the end of another extra-ordinary day

.Here is a Mystery

The essence of Presence, is the presence of the Essence,
True is the Essence that’s made manifest in Presence.

A myriad of pretences seem to obscure the Essence,
But pretences in truth rely on the truth of the Essence.

In the chamber of a myriad mirrors lover and beloved kiss,
Countless times reflected was that kiss and its great bliss.

Each reflection thought the kiss was uniquely hers and his,
But there was truly only one lover and beloved and one kiss.

Thoughts like these are in the dust of the doorstep of Hafiz,
Pray tell why anyone that doorstep would hesitate to kiss.

The longer you linger there the more enriched your heart is,
In the encylopaedia of your mind he makes so many entries.

Maybe if I stay long enough he will eventually grant me entry,
And wave away the fierce, justice-dealing, dutiful sentry.

In the ninth heaven he is, in a palace of pristine pure poetry;
Essence, word, and spirit unite there in a blaze of glory.

To enter there is to shed the load of a million iniquities,
Who can explain it? But be certain more than a mind trick it is.

To be candid I cant be sure who it is who is writing all this,
But it would come as no surprise to me to find it was Hafiz.


I saw five-petalled, white, eager little flowers, a mini milky way,
Amidst the glory of the galaxy-spanning rose garden today.

They were content enough, I guess, to shine out in their little way,
Until the first drops of sweet rain on their petals began to play.

A momentary little jig, each life receiving flower performed,
Till merry dancing became the order of the hour, it seemed.

As if citizens hearing good news came out to do a gig or two,
But it was only here and there, till the breeze into their midst blew.

Then the dancing spread and it became common place for all to do.
United, in the breeze, ripples into many waves of happiness grew.

As if the call to love, from stars high above, had reached that array,
Of small white-petalled flowers I saw dancing in the garden today.

may 14

Veiled and Open

In all that happens You are hidden, dearly Beloved one,
In good and bad your hidden hand I see, clear as the sun,
Behind every cloud I know it to be, God give patience to me,
That in storm, as in a welcome sunny day, I see Your mystery.

You Have Reached Your Destination

What if our sat-nav’s cool voice should say,
“You want to live, then here is the best way!
Day by day demands of domestic existence,
Drive the heart into a cul-de-sac of silence,
Wake from this dream of daily imperatives,
Neither life, nor love, is here - only relatives.
Return to love-drunk ways and love-drunk living,
Hear the words that love alone is speaking.
Reach out and touch with the heart’s hand,
The beloved’s lips, and try to understand,
Those words that permeate the wakeful mind;
Yes, once again the highway of divine-love find.”

I Was Poor

I was poor then became rich spiritually,
I became rich then found true poverty.
I was lost then the path was shown to me,
Now the path everywhere and nowhere I see.
I was a mass of inner conflicts and misery,
Was shown the peace that struggling can be.
‘I am so sorry’ were the words you waited for,
In that sorrow is the joy we were hoping for.

Present Tense

The future will be the fulfilment of the present,
The present, the actuality of what the past sent.
If you do not wish to repeat yourself, however,
To change the future is presently in your power.
The thoughts you have now you need to control,
The borders of your mind you must try to patrol.
If an evil intent in yourself you happen to detect,
Arrest it and examine it closely and then reject.
Search your heart for something much better,
And fill the vacancy left, with something sweeter.
Do this often enough and smooth the rough way,

That Look

That heavenly beloved looked my way, for just a moment,
Maybe sensing love’s scent, or the happy heart’s movement;
Maybe that beauty just casually turned in my direction,
How is it, it can last forever, one single life-giving moment?

The Enemy

The hidden enemy is subtle and tricky for sure,
Has its ways of hiding and deceiving the pure.
But at last it is revealed, that foe within the heart,
No matter how well practised in deception’s art.
Once you have found it out, bind as best you can,
For, free, it can ruin the life of a woman or a man.
Whatever it tries to do oppose it, and do it sternly,
When it is bound fast only then can you be free.
Ignore protestations of a love that’s not really true,
Make it do the very things it most hates to do.
At the holy Prophet hand his Shaitan took Islam,
Chain your own enemy till it can do no more harm.

Of Course

Many events happen in the course of our lives, of course;
They may seem casual with many an explainable cause.
But as your life draw towards its dead centre, at some point,
And you see The Real Causer’s unity, you say – “Of course!”

Wedding Party (Nawob Saheb's 'Urs 2014)

Cascading, from on high, come words that really matter,
A banquet of words that are a joy for lips to utter.

A God-given pleasure, yes! And here's the thing,
Words that sing themselves, whilst they are dancing,

On the page; age-less words, opening the way,
For rivers of bliss; assuaging fears that say,

“Surely it can't happen this way?” Turning every tear,
Into liquid light, strewing jewels both far and near.

Rhythm too, restlessly, drumming up business, as it were!
Scented beauties descending a rose petal covered stair,

Pouring essence into many a waiting jug or cup,
Till with honeyed joy they overflow, not just fill up.

Yes, here is a wedding party that is surely worth attending,
When with Khadim's words, of the Beloved we are singing.


Tremulous is the heart, when it finds its affection insulted;
Happy is the heart that finds its passion well regarded.

Restless and dissatisfied is the mind without any content;
Full fed and focused is the mind that has found intent.

Agitated are thoughts, by passing passions made to dance;
At peace is the brain, flooded by a divine remembrance.

Going nowhere is the wagon, that by wild horses was drawn;
In triumph, the carriage whose steeds were disciplined at dawn.

The progress of a row boat in turgid water is heavy going;
Smoothly and easily it glides on fresh water, swiftly flowing.

When the world’s weight sits on the mind, heart and body are heavy;
When love lifts it off again, suddenly, everything else seems easy.


Only the daily giving and receiving of love, is living truly;
Beyond being and not-being, only Love is existing really.
Beyond belief is the certainty of the dead who are living;
Beyond custom is the Beloved's consummate love giving.
Beyond precept and prayer is the pearl-piercing perception,
Of the love worshippers whose early morning recitation,
Is a love incantation, applauded in the galaxy-transcending
Chamber of the heart, by souls there perpetually residing.


If it is intended by that Will that all are subject to,
To bring you to a place where knowledge you accrue,

Or to a place where spirit and matter become one,
Or where your eyes shine brighter than a sun;

Then that Will will bring in to being what you need,
And without you realising will ensure you succeed.

Failures will become retrospective triumphs easily,
And that which that Will intends will come to be.

If the question of effort arises in your doubting mind,
Effort is what you get from that Will, you will find;

For effort is a name for will and that Will, will will,
The effort required; and accept that Will you will


Where were you, child of a most lovely mood,
Away from us life’s game you may have played;
And on that chequered board may have moved;
But now you come to see if the beloved approved.

To the Mango

You came in my mind but your body didn’t follow,
Until you arrive all I can do is to eat my sorrow!
The flavour of you will fill the hollow in my heart,
And only soft flesh will remain for me to swallow.

Hidden Beauty

Hid in every kind of form see that one’s beauty;
Only to the eye of self does anything seem ugly.
When the beloved glances at weeds, however briefly,
A bouquet of choicest flowers they appear to be.
The sleep of ignorance departs, and eye’s see truly,
When like a baby with wide-eyed wonder we see.

If I Didn't Know

If I didn’t know that in drudgery or boredom You can be found,
I’d have missed many blessings – many a secret, profound.
If you hadn’t shown me how doing nothing can lead to You,
Or how the weight of work can suppress the mischief of ego,
Or how if sitting in company with nothing of interest to say,
One can yet find You, if one looks for You in the right way;-
I would have thought all these things were just a hindrance,
And my vain ‘spirituality’ would have led me a sorry dance.


Come cute little microphone, lets have a little love affair,
You sit on my lapel, and I’ll pretend you are not there.
Oh yes I feel your unblinking look, as I tenderly unhook you,
But what I tell to you, you tell to too many others too.

The Sun Seen through Clouds

High, light-suffused white clouds. Sunlight so penetrating,
So intense, that it is vapour burning. Cloud, a light-containing
Mist? No! It is light diffusing? A display almost too bright,
For the eye, but in its midst the concentrated source of light,
Is too bright for that organ; almost brain burning in intensity.
The sun – such a short word for a manifestation of divinity -
Makes the brilliance of that silver light of the clouds seem
Almost grey today.  Light within light you could say, a dream-
Dissipating  display, that makes you turn your head away,
But draws you back too. Diamond bright, set in a white-gold ring,
Illuminating the utter dark of non-existence, turning it to blue.
What a palette the Artist has, and in that sun what an eye too.

In like fashion we see the Will of God, all pervading, penetrating.
Mediating, like the cloud, we see the Will of heaven is conveying,
To souls concealed within the human clay, the business of the day;
More nuanced, as they say, but more bearable to the hapless clay.

It is high summer, carefree days to treasure, outer and inner,
The intensity of love within hearts is diffused in happy leisure,
In love affairs, in gatherings for pleasure, in walks, on beaches,
Visits to churches, country mansions, reading, hearing speeches.
Tending gardens, picking fruit, eating or even simply lounging.
Like a sun midst cloud, love, the mist of being is illuminating.

And you, the beauty of your personality likewise pervades too,
The flesh, blood and bone of the body; it comes shining through.
Life is manifest in living, as generosity is manifest in giving,
Superiority in forgiving. In humility grandeur you are showing.
By loose white shirt or pale-blue cotton dress, is expressed,
The beauty of your form. In kind deeds the mind is dressed.

An Invitation to Lose Your Head

Ah though that beauty has left me an impression on a screen,
With companionship now that would-be lover became too mean.
The eye of attention has wandered into greener seeming meadows,
Lovely one, do you prefer to be there amongst deepening shadows?
Walk again with me on the daily-washed, sun-bleached, beach of life,
Come where the sunlight sets the waves afire, let go of daily strife.
Cut off the head of self and the limitations the rough shell imposes,
For when that head has rolled off there is more than one supposes.
First imagination and then inward vision reveal vistas newly created;
And moment by moment bloom fresh sweet-scented roses, unlimited.
Each a galaxy spanning universe ready to open out for you to explore.
Linger awhile of course, you can’t avoid it, then look for yet more.
The generous gardener it is who is showering roses on you freely,
Kiss the hand and hear him say, “So glad you came here to see me”.

Aug 31st 2014

Leave me to Love

Weary, life-denying thoughts, half submerged – depart!
Leave me to practice living and perfecting that fine art.

Leave me to love, and life building, and to giving birth,
To transforming into fine constructions this raw earth.

Greed, lust, anger, fear, sloth and worse, I happily take,
From them, mansions of light for the lovers I will make.

Even hate, shame, and guilt I will gather as required,
Base metals that the fire of love can shape as desired.

For on the day that the beloved chooses to enter in,
Into glamorous decorations will be turned every sin.

If the secret of this my intention is not from you hid,
Come and learn to live as before you never really did.


In the Beloveds anger there is a love that’s profound,
In the Beloved’s kindness, some hardness can be found.
In the kiss of love, death is found; in the death blow - love,
Between the Mercy and the Wrath of God from above,
Seek with sincerity the way to pass, and the way to live.
To the unity beyond this duality - O guidance to us give.
Complementary are the qualities that make possible life,
Embrace them both within and be free from foolish strife.

Narrow the Way

Vast is the field of all we call human activity,
This universe too has such seeming immensity;
In the originating sphere of Divine activity,
All this size is reduced to a mere relativity.

Between the two, however, there is a way to go,
No wider than an umbilical cord, so narrow.

It has been called the door of absolute unity,
Where many become one; such a singular entry.
Like a heavenly kiss, the sole point of contact, only,
Whence flows the Divine into our fragile humanity.

oct 28th 2014

Hafiz's Heart

Being here, inside the heart of Hafiz, can there be any surprise,
If from every side mystic thought in rhyme continues to arise.
The walls of this great palace are alive; a well constructed song!
Inside, deep rivers of red wine, shining, bliss-full, glide along.
And dark-eyed, long-haired, beauties stand in lines, many deep,
With musicians fine enough to make all those beauties weep.
Inside the high dome, stars look down with knowing winks,
While from finely formed vessels deeply my eye drinks,
Beyond all this there is a true man, the ruby, metaphorically,
One with whom lies the wisdom of Love's deepest mystery.
O Hafiz see the many black books this beggar has written,
Since to the wilderness of Love, Zahuri’s little life was given.

Feel the joy a heart has when it expands, not as a pair,
But within the beloved’s heart, finding no limit there.

Centre and periphery alike grow, a new dimension appears,
A magnificent home Love has, where live, the eternal Pirs.

O to the service of those Pirs, offer your very life,
For them accept whatever comes, of daily strife,

The very fabric of life they mould and shape, in their way,
To them the history of mankind is but a single day.

You won’t be looking for reward or you wouldn't get there,
But even so with their bounty nothing else can compare.

April 14

Good Greed

Greedy you have made me for you,
Greedy for your love songs too,
Heart and soul got together and agreed,
Greed is good, if it is greed for

The Passing of the Narcissus

Aristocratic overseer of winter’s end, and spring’s beginning,
Proud narcissus, like all power-holders, at last end up losing,
The golden crown, and with it, their very head and life is going,
Now only bright green spears stand guarding - nothing,

Just a forlorn stem; whilst all around idol-worshippers turn to see,
The rich red-brown rose leaves, already wine stained, so early.
Gathering energy, making preparation for summer’s wild party;
Lipstick and blushers busy, fluffing up hair, ready for the entry.

Whilst in the lower orders like fast encroaching blue water,
Forget-me-nots, and various other blues and purples gather,
Invade they will, but such goings-on the roses greet with laughter,
Blues trumpeters, whose sad notes only send the bees into a lather.

Pale the sun is, yet, and cool the air; but children’s laughter warms,
The ambience, and mother’s voices regain their winter-lost charms.
Rich grass, such a gift, shows green does more than merely calms,
The impatience of lovers, to feel the summer at last in their arms.

Exotic Sunset

Like a woman in her love throes, the desert heaves another sigh,
As the sun sinks into her, each curve suffused with a golden high,
The swell of wave upon wave, ripples out towards an eternal sky,
As the fierce ball of the sun reaches an incandescent crimson high.

So much relief as that fierceness dies, yielding to the call for prayer,
Such relief as the burning heat cools, and the sky unveils, hidden there,
A trillion, trillion jewels of light, seemingly scattering them everywhere,
And rising on the horizon a new moon, born from the union of that pair.

Without Touching

Without touching you touched my heart, that’s your subtle art,
Without looking your look penetrated deep and tore me apart,
Without speaking your words rose up from the depths of my heart,
Without moving a muscle you made me from my self depart.

Without so much as a ‘by your leave‘ you made me love you,
Without a pause for thought on love’s path we travelled to,
Places unguessed at, spheres unheard of; but these you knew;
You opened so many unseen doors and ushered me through.

You gave me a simple bag but without any bottom I could see,
You laid gift after gift after gift inside seemingly endlessly,
You re-arranged heaven and many destines just to suit me,
Many mouths thank God, but I have cause to say it sincerely.

When I paused for a moments reflection on your generosity,
I began to wonder, all these gifts but the giver, what of He.
Fearful beyond description came such a loud angry sound,
But when my feet finally found solid ground, You I found.

April 14

A Song of the Morning

Subtle, lazy, lingering kisses the sun gives to flowers in the vase,
This morning in the capital of love; sweet, poetry-filled Shiraz.
Stroking the rich oriental rug with such a gentle loving touch,
Nothing sensational - for the morning that would be too much.

There is a quiet empty feeling, though expectant of later daily duties,
But for now in the afterglow of the morning prayer, and its beauties,
Only passion-drained, peaceful, thought-free loving, with no loss or gain,
As if we are all only Hafiz thoughts that on the page could not remain.

Distant clouds, whatever they contain, wait patiently for their cue,
For now, there is nothing to do, just something to be. Just You.
The drum of remembrance in the deep must be steadily sounding,
Saying, ‘Lord its seems life is on hold, while You are pondering‘.

The River of Love

By what marvellous destiny was all this brought about,
The flooding of love’s river into the heart, and out?

Liquid light that flows and ebbs but then surges stronger,
That comes again and again but each time for longer.

That reaches into every corner every nook or crevice,
Till it overflows, pouring everywhere its liquid bliss.

Carrying the debris of  doubts and any diffidence
To the sea of certainty and eternal serene silence

Cleansing every part, pouring into every nearby heart,
That starts to flower and begins at last to take love’s part.

Flowing into every social strata, so the poor man’s crust,
Becomes the richest banquet, and charity replaces lust,

In the rich man’s heart: and kindness conquers hard
Calculation in the clerk, and fortune favours the ill-starred.

And war scarred warriors, pause and begin to heal,
And pleasure seekers for the plight of others start to feel.

Oh this love onwards flows but to where it goes,
We must wonder: whence it came must be the answer.

Where all the evils that it has conquered, it is depositing
As an offering to its source that’s unbegotten, unbegetting.

Now purged and perfect in their praise of love’s powers,
Inhabitants forever of love’s flower covered bowers.

The Prayer of Rising in the Morning.

Wake with the thought of love like a true love-drunk lover,
Chase away all other thoughts, and every lingering hangover,
Make the morning prayer in the heart, to sit at  love’s door,
Be the empty cup that into it,  love, the eternal  Saki may pour.

Make love the early morning ablution  and more over, lover,
The prayer carpet,  prostration , and confession; or whatever,
Your particular religion demands, be not content until,
Every corner of the heart and mind love alone does fill.

Make love more essential then the chore, that cant be ignored.
What though things you do or say seem human and flawed,
Love turns every kind of man-made error and imperfection,
Into an appreciation of the eternal, timeless perfection.

And if, for a moment, love you don’t feel, then kneel in the heart,
And beg, pray and earnestly implore; don’t relent or depart,
Until love turns to you again and bids your heart to rise,
For love is the competition, the daily fight, and the prize.

If you find fears lingering that this love is all craziness,
Ask love to bless that fear, (while for the day you dress),
And keep on with cultivating the constant company,
Of love, in all you hear, do, think, feel, plan for, or see.

For the real fear is that at life’s end you might have to say,
I didn’t  love as much, or as long, or as well every day,
As I should have, could have, or would have liked to do,
So do it, while divine breath you have, in the body, so to do.

And as you head for the door to catch that bus, train or plane,
Do not let all this business bother you, let your heart in love remain.
You depart, (as you did when God breathed Himself into your clay),
You will return God willing at the end of another extra-ordinary day.

Fidelity in Love

Wise words, well written, work well, when well read,
A crust well earned is tastier than free fresh bread,
But when it comes to love what good is such reason,
Its law is simple, not to love amounts to treason.
When the beloved turns to you with an inviting look,
O lover, put down that book, put down that book

My Heart You Broke

My heart you broke and then thousands of delights gave me,
My heart you broke and then to love you chose to wed me.

My life you asked for and then life in you, you gave me,
I never expected so much love to feel, or such beauty to see.

I used to walk into lampposts; now they light the way for me,
I went through red lights, now the end of the tunnel I see.

I fled from fame: now fame is hunting everywhere for me,
From intelligence and skill I departed, now they haunt me.

What did I ever lose that a better was not returned to me,
You locked me away but only to show the way to liberty.

I thought I had choices, I have now, you I choose willingly,
I heard voices but now it is you and you talk so lovingly.

I thought that to trust meant following someone blindly,
Now I know its sensing you, and doing what you tell me.

That the sum of this life Jamil adds up to nothing, is likely,
Know now, that, this ‘nothing’ amounts to a life in eternity.


Enterprises come, they stay a while, and go,
Even the enterprise of life itself acts just so;
Keep in mind the importance of being kind,
It lasts, but everything else is merely a show.

Your Face

I looked into the deep sky and saw stars where it seemed there were none,
I sought you in my heart, and there stars shone, and then they
were gone;
Your face! But without features, or face, still a smile you were showing,
Saw eyes, but not eyes, the light of the sun! Hair, but not hair - life  flowing.
Saw a book, but not a book - a summer’s day, light flickering in a shady brook,
Saw a rose, but not a rose - an unfolding heart. Your face is everywhere I look.


Love, couldnt you be just a little more constant, please,
Not constantly coming and going, as if intending to tease.
Couldn’t you sort of linger for longer, in fact, forever?
So I would know, if I slept, you would be waiting there.

Come to Stay

You enter my heart like there is no restriction of any kind,
I look inside and there, sat drinking my wine, you I find.
Ok I must accept the inevitable love has come to stay,
So I guess you will always be there in my mind, like today.

Pet Theme

O tie up the dog of rationality, outside the house it can stay,
For the cat of affection is sat comfortably on my lap today.
You know you can’t beat a dog for devotion and loyalty,
But for contentment the purring of a cat has much to say.

The Party

On the step leading to your door, I sat to wait,
In the hope that, to see you, it was not too late;
Drunk guests inside wondered at this humility,
And why I just didn’t go on in, and join the party.

That there is a welcome waiting inside, this I know,
But all these sins cling on, and they won’t let me go;
Still, in hope, I wait; hearing the party in full swing,
Maybe you will send to me just a little something.

A friendly guest of yours came right to the door,
And asked, exactly what it was I was waiting for.
He wanted to know why I didn’t join them inside;
I explained about the sins, holding me

“What sins?” he asked, so I turned and pointed;
But saw only lovely attendants, well appointed.
“Better come in,” he said, “They started dancing,
And the finest ruby wine of our host is flowing;
Wouldn’t want all these lovely one’s getting cold.”
Above the marble door, carved in letters of gold,
I saw words that said, “Mercy lives here, enter freely,
You got here somehow, so come in now and see me!”

One Moment

That heavenly beloved looked my way, for just one moment,
Maybe sensing love’s scent, or the happy heart’s movement;
Maybe that beauty just casually turned in my direction,
But how is it, it lasts forever, one single life-giving moment

Words for a Journey

Go on your journey you must, but do not depart from my heart!
Your eyes may see what you will, but from my heart don’t depart.
The views that charm you are really within my heart’s arm reach,
Did I not teach you this with my eye’s silent, passionate speech.
Feel the grip of my love, on this trip, do not forget love’s worship,
Is the heart’s recall of love’s kiss, and the taste of the
beloved’s lip.

Hard it Was

Hard it was getting here, and coming through the door,
Ah but to see you sitting there, cross legged on the floor!
Hard it was finding the way, but worth it to be here,
The wine of your smile melts into spring, winter’s fear.

Hard it was; the road, seemed long at the time.
Rough the conditions, and so steep the climb.
Hard it was finding the way, but worth it to be here,
Your embrace removes every trace, every tear.

Hard it was, wondering how you would greet,
This dishevelled traveller seeking to kiss your feet.
Hard it was finding the way, but worth it to be here;
Your love overwhelms this heart, now I’m near.

Hard it was getting here, and coming through the door,
Ah, but to see you sitting there, cross legged on the floor!
Hard it was but it would have been much harder,
To have missed being here with you altogether.

Many Images

Many were the images and attractive too,
That were set before me on my way to you.
Many were the images, but the true desire,
That set my heart on fire, was really for you.

Mevlana's Wedding Party

When we pray to God in company,
Something very worthy I can see,
Due respect for the rights of piety,
And love of the holy Prophet I see.

When my friends are dancing wildly
Much pleasure in them also I see,
When eyes shine so very brightly,
Is it reflections of that sun that I see?

When the musicians play so loudly,
And affection on their faces I see,
They rouse the spirit from dormancy,
And Love’s purpose in all this I see.

For when departing from that party,
No more reserve or diffidence I see,
The affectionate hugs show a unity,
And in this the work of Mevlana I see.

The Way of Love

I was in a kind of confused malaise today,
All I could say, was, ‘Have you gone away?’

Business is busy outside, but my business is you.
There’s no life but life lived in you! What to do?

There is no love but the love coming from you!
Yours is the only door worth going through.

What has happened to yesterday’s ecstasy,
I couldn’t say; till your heart’s arms embrace me.

Your holding is not like any other, no, not so,
Inside and out unite, and together they flow.

Flow, as, when you toss your head, your hair,
Tumbles with abundant abandon everywhere;

And in its wistful waves the soul and body goes,
Wherever the wind wishes, wherever it blows.

Abundant are your charms, designed to disarm,
And although my heart beats fast with alarm,

I happily abandon all I thought was good and true.
Everything I would give up just to unite with you.

Only then do you show me beyond that ecstasy;
And what’s meant by life forever lived in you I see.

Sweet Wine

What’s this talk of sweetness with candy got to do
Sweetness gets its sweetness, sweet one, from you.
Whats this talk of wine, when wine gets drunk on you,
You are the wine I drink and when I drink, I drink

Time and Time Again

Time and time again my need returned
Time and time again my greed returned,
Time and time again you freed and fed me
Time and time again in you I found safety
In your face unimaginable beauty I see,
In your love there is life abundant for me.


O rose you burst into bloom and what a display,
How flagrantly you reveal your charms today.
Your fragrance invades every nose, even the wary,
You pass through the veils of a sleepy conformity,
And declare: "This beauty is for you, only for you,"
What though so many worship you as they do,  
And the rational mind knows this; this we know.
You seize our heart and out from reason we go,
And into your shameless glory our pride goes.
The jewel of our life, our heart on you bestows.

Apple Pie

I made an apple pie and it is the apple of my eye,
Here’s a poser, can one pen a poem on an apple pie?
Well in my opinion the question simply does not apply,
If you're pie-eyed* the apple pie the poetry will supply.

*pie-eyed = drunk

An Image

Your image is nothing whilst you are not in it,
No love, or yearning feeling can I get from it.
The passion provoking matinée idol, their photo,
Serves to cover the hole in a drafty old window.
But when
your look of love the breeze blows to me,
A paper fragment with an eyebrow brings ecstasy.


When you came this dawn, love showering,
Bestowing another kiss in the early morning;
You expressed it like this, - "Love is universal gravity,
Not a single planet, or system, or some place to be.
But a constant unwavering attraction, pulling us in."
Futile, but required, is all the struggling and trying,
Yet in our mind harder it seems to just give in,
And be drawn into the ease of sweet surrendering.
Then with ease turn your attention more eagerly,
To the Conqueror of mind, heart and even body.

To Be Not Being

The noble bard asks 'To be or not be?'
What a marvellous mystic intuition had he.
Is it wiser to be this mind, heart and body,
Or into non-being take the mind bravely
(Though do not mistakenly take the body.)
And in 'not being' seek the hidden mystery,
Of that one all-embracing, absolute, Reality.

Your Image

Your image on the screen, in the heart and in the mind,
Intoxicates this drunken world-weary, thirsty eye I find.
But when
your love is cool or distant in some other way,
It appears to me as nothing, but just cold, dull, and grey.
Like the corpse of that so much loved one who has died,
To seek that one in bones and flesh, have you ever tried?
But when
your love I feel flowing towards me in the heart,
Neither time nor space, nor even death, can keep us apart.


Before sleep, before rising, before eating,
The lover lingers - for what is the lover waiting?
For the smile of the
beloved felt in the heart,
This is the lover’s religion and the heart’s art.


You want to feel the rising of the sun in the heart?
Well to find the place where love resides is a start.
The sun is not selective on whom its rays will fall,
Just be there to feel its warmth,that alone is your part.

So many promissory notes you showered freely on me,
(Knee deep, waist deep, shoulder deep, drowning me).
Of love that would never count the cost you told,
I see the notes, so now please show to me the gold .

The double helix was twisted - so much fun it was to fix it,
O lord, after all, are these the words of one who really did it?
Became a real lover, not just a generous word giver;
Who learned to give and take love in brain, heart and liver.


March marches on in the garden, Lord will it deliver,
The promised gold plated banquet framed in silver,
And turn the wilderness into a victory parade in heaven.
“Depends on weather?” Lord from this condition me deliver.
Behind a cloud is hidden that love giver and receiver,
That tavern is ready to receive gold, and the wine deliver.
Pause not long at the door in order to consider,
This is the door known to every drunken wild lover.