And I whisper softly

And I whisper softly

Youre welcome

Breathe lightly to transform please

This human heart flesh, breath and bone

Show me a way beyond whats my way

And within these times unfold

Fresh pathways through lifes mysteries

And guide this spirit home

Yahweh welcome.

For I am scrolling more, engaging less

Consuming by the score

While refusing to digest,

I see anothers flaws

And ignore the consequences of my choices

Youre welcome

Roll back my stone

Remake a home within me

Yahweh come

Whisper again

On winds of change restore me

For I whisper softly you’re welcome

Upon wings of change restore me

As inch by inch I move along

Sweet Love please run towards me.

And within Your pace unfold

Fresh pathways through lifes mysteries

And guide this spirit home

Yahweh come.

The more harm I do, the less calm I get

Wading through life’s courses

Immersed in living, I forget

How deep and wide your Loving voice is.

You’re welcome

Make me your song

Refresh and breathe within me

Yahweh come

Make me your home

With love filled hope complete me

My livin'
Yahweh come.

Yahweh has come

Before I whisper softly Yahweh comes.

Sweeping the path of None.

La Ilaha,’

from feet, through belly to chest upon this experimental outbreath. And when all air is gone this walking continues to the sound of shag pile heart pump foot fall and fall until.

‘Illa Allah,’ suctions insistently in the  next reviving breath. And on and on around the small front room that I call home until a calmness begins to meet spinning mind, this so called friend of mine who competes with the beating of hearts and heavens above, before ‘I’ have unravelled into this new start all senses scream towards the need for the thing called ‘me’ to take a rest, to know what is best, to become rationality.  To re-take my seat within this well known reality.

questions, questions, questions fair and squarely root me to this understandably carpeted, man-made, sensibly constructed floor. This is floor that my small mind consistently calls home.

‘Are these unfamiliar intonations correct? Am I understanding their meaning to the fullest? Can indeed anyone dissect and find trueness and taste spiritual fullness? Or am I just going around and around in mimicking Sufi circles of none sense?  Am I merely as adrift as it seems,? Am I mad or bad or just merely leaning too much to the left?

My fingers re-scan Dr Mir Valiuddin’s half digested disciplines, his olde english Sufi translations, and my neck hurts and my foot bottom tingles, my lower back grumbles and however hard it tries to think itself into blankness, my mind cannot switch off, cannot let this body relax.

‘Unless thou sweepest the path with the broomstick of None (La), Thou canst not reach the stage of ‘Save God, (Illa Allah).’

Such and such and so many words that can so easily be missed in the 1975 translated mist of mystical wisdom that sweeps broom-sticks of None upon the saving steps of God’s stage.

‘You see, there is the proof,’ I hear myself say. ‘Already your ego-mind is warping, embellishing, twisting and turning the travelling word.’ And yes, already this minds unknowing has thrown away mystical prizes by wriggling this ego from eyes behind eyes, has already imperceptibly shed skin to get, to get, to get……

‘Up! Up! Get up on your feet, and feel your soles,’

and this time, from some other bodily depth the outbreath lets out a longing rasping ‘Yaaaaaah,’ that continues until chest, yes this chest, this belly, this body flattens  towards the very spine beyond any thinking sense of  ‘me, me me.’

And as feet below re-meet and re-circle, inward breathing gently whispers beyond my name, to show the ‘Wey.’

And ‘Yah,’ to the outbreath and inwardly ‘Wey,’

And ‘Yah’ to the outbreath and inwardly ‘Wey,’

as this crocodile body re-fills with heat, as this mind shrivels and snakes and sheds more skin within the shadows of  ‘but, but, but for the love of….’



Strengthened by Life

Breathe in and stand

for Yah

is at hand

Breathe out and rejoice

let the Wey

guide your voice

for when

peace fills our hearts


breath-full-ness starts

anxieties fall for

Yah Weh

is the all.

On the pure


for the just


praise the

noble and true

give thanks for


with the loveless


and with all

good report


You say twice

and be


by Life.