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Journey to the Oceans Edge
We made our way over the sand Our hearts skipping stones on the surface of time We watched them sink, beyond our site, below a glistening waterline. Each one we threw, held a promise within cast as far as our strength … Continue reading
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Ramblings of a Majnun
“The apparent is the bridge to the real” (Al-Majazu qantarat al-Haqiqa) – Idries Shah. To the human, see, everything is in the process of unbecoming. She described my darkness…and it spoke. I am not simply another colored rose in the … Continue reading
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We are all in Infinite Do Loops
in 1986, I was 23. On November 9, 2015, this arrived by mail; sent by a dear old friend. Now, mind you, I knew nothing of Sufism then and only recently began to meditate on Ibn Al’Arabi. So I am … Continue reading
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Animal Hearts
When I leave, this world is left with strangers. I woke early this morning on a wooded mountain and ambled out to an extinct fire pit – maundering thoughts. I watched birds and squirrels and listened to songs and such … Continue reading
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Aranyhid
All of humanity is a scintillating ocean; a never ending twinkling of sunlight, without which there is neither darkness, nor light. Each ray sent is a soul dispatched, each ripple is a life awaiting, each quick sparkling on the corrugated … Continue reading
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Ramblings of a Majnun Part 2
Our present state is often a manifestation of waiting for something or someone in the future. And sadly we measure our waiting in hours, days and years… not deeds. We braid our thoughts into beautiful strands of words, tie them … Continue reading
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Cash without compassion, is the bitter slake of charity
Let me prepare you in case you are expecting a Hollywood production, with background music and celebration, cries of gratitude, broad smiles and praise. It’s not there friends. You can put on your own background sound. When you grow up … Continue reading
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The Rind of Love
For every fruit, bitter and sweet, is the rind. So it goes for every human. And we twist and peel at their external visage and feast upon their essence until dried and withered. Then in our wanting despondency, we cast … Continue reading
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Essay on the Oneness of Being
A mystic seeks to sense what he knows is beyond the capabilities of his own instrumentation. He knows the search is an abandonment of all he knows…and perhaps all he knew that he sought to refine. It is surrender, submission … Continue reading
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The “hidden potential” and the “emptiness” of all things
Here is the irony with visiting our own wilderness – as soon as we get there, it’s no longer wild. How does one remain still with such compelling curiosity? How does the ney flute remain silent, when its purpose as the once … Continue reading
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