Spirit Arise, ego descends.
S ens e
p raisin g
i nfern o,
r aise d
i nsid e
t, ouche s
A ngeli c
r aptur e
s oile d
e. xces s.
S olac e
p ulsin g
i ncognit o,
r eturne d
i ncandescens e
t, ransform s
A cidi c
r epos e
s acre d
e. cho s.
formless beyond description
arisen upon descent
saving all-told from destruction
a presence that Perfection sent.
spreading laced veils before us
we smile and cry through our strife
mourning, while weal’s keep on turning
salt weaving the woundings of life.
borne high we stoop low for a season
to carry the wrong with the right
we weigh every load upon reason
just like beasts in the burden of night.
yet spirits smile silent upon us
sweet fragrances sent in the sky
even tides sway to know moonlight
ravines weep down steep mountainside.
eagles charm Light with their feathering
angel wings balm every soar
Love reigns to sooth with Her weathering
Life water flows deep in our core.
these heaves of people pleasing
entrances rays to gift
such warm embrace upon this
mistifying living haze.
ancient Presence dances sighs so
peacefulness un-creases thus so
dried-on earth-bound tears
deeply seep and future soothe
untold and fearful atmospheres.
Fragrances in dampened clay
re-concieve to re-discover hidden ways to
sparkle golden unknown easefulness
rebirthed in ageless tender Breath.
Breezes breathe-in, pores steep to refresh.
Light breathing-out in wordless oneness.
Your presence is dancing me
late into evening
releasing You breathe in me
lessons in lessening
enlivening so soulfully
salt dreamings and weathering
till sleep sliding othernesss
untethers me from all of us.
into the silence
of your still small voice
out from my wilderness
leaves no choice
but to bathe in the loveliness
of harmony and poise.
spread out before us
this alchemy’s pouring
into anima animus
melting and reforming, yes
each and every one of us
each and every on is love.
What we believe in
we weave into actions
what we’re receiving
we feed on and store
we outwardly mirror
our inward reflections
so shine out your love light
from every pore.
Hazrat Inayat Khan Vol VI p. 205
‘for the person who as attained to the mystery of Sadhana (detachment from worldly things) there is nothing in this world which cannot be attained, all is within his reach, his power, his grasp’
grasping beyond all that is spoken
transforming insides in complete
focussing tight rightly pray to be opened
by boundaries way out of reach.
find nothing and all in acorns so small
where both Beauty and horror is riven
thorns stemming foes as rosebud unfurls
perfumaries for the forgiven.
atmospheres calling unseen and untold
pure waters hydrating dryness of form
seedlings compost in saplings of old
returning to unfurl in soft streams of dawn.
Turning new leaves to:
re route this wait
enlighten fear through
empty and clearing
without and within
and as we refresh and uncling.