Overcome any bitterness that may have come.....

" Overcome any bitterness that may have come because you were not up to the magnitude of pain that was entrusted to you. Like the mother of the world who carries the pain of the world in her heart, each one of us is part of her heart, and therefore endowed with a certain measure of cosmic pain. You are sharing in the totality of that pain. You are called upon to meet it in joy instead of self pity. "
- Pir Vilayat Khan


They say a wise man admits he knows nothing.
Yet I yearn for Your answer

In that deep, mysterious limbo of in-between,
where Divine Order rules the day,
and ego concocts it's own explanation

A continual recap of each other's Acts
in a never-ending, one-act play of unrelenting fascination

Mysteries prevail in mourning,
rides on trails of waking eyes, black spots floating,
a vulnerable gut,
so distrusting.

With foolish disguise, I mask Its eyes
and demand just payment
for the bill Suffering has obliged.
Yet, It offers nothing.

No gesture of solvency,
nor illusory concilation,
just a continuity of unknown tones,
some sharp, some flat,
some dissonant, some jarring.

Until I decide to remember
that It comes when It comes
{-au moyen, je ne sais pas}---
by way of means I know not of.

In two Bars2,
songs blared from cars,
in missed connections
and meteor showers....

Divine Order.

Love's guitar,
indelibly plucks my joyfull heart.
Reverberance of an unknown part
No time signature, nor visible pattern,
no measured beats nor counted hours

Accept a kiss,
a hug,
a touch,
So extraordinary,
Transfixed in time that
will not judge. Accept.

Some feeling or moment,
no tangible meaning
shakes the ground and sends me flying
forces languages' tongue
into deep silence

In Stillness.

I sit.
Honoring the brightness
In all of It.
not to release sacred steam
in mouth's futile spit

The beautiful debris,
of everything and nothing,
The Chaos and the Love,
each other's counterparts

Because I know nothing.
And so shall ask again.
And if next answer, subterranean quakes
I'll brace each leg in any fissure
brave it's wrath,
again gain leverage

Wind strikes my face,
from hard disaster
From Suffering to Grace
new mediums for masters

of their own hearts,
broken down,
and broken open
in equal parts,

pain and pleasure
Spirit Still, Body Trembling,
Spirit still,
unrelenting.