ConnectHook Jul 13

Another mystic poetaster
quoting Rumi...
You might take it personally.
If so, sue me.
I'm not enraptured
by that sufi.    
(A nice enough dervish,
but kind of goofy.)

You can spin Sufi poetry any way you please.
Give me the Oxford anthology ANY day...

We aren't always ready to hear the Voice of God.
What if he smells?
What if he's horny?
What if he's telling the Truth
Whether we're ready to hear it or not?

On the day
you were born
the Angels prostrated
themselves before 
your radiant face;
while the rest of creation
held its breath
in raptured awe
at the splendor of your

© Michael Lechner

He smiled as he looked up the hill at me.
I was asked if I knew the friend in the sky.
I said nothing. I was frozen in unknowing.
I was frozen in unknowing.
I was nihilism in this moment.

He smiled as he looked up to the sky.
The friend was asked if he knew me.
The sky said nothing.
The friend was frozen in omnipotence.
The friend was frozen in omnipotence.

I was warm with the notion.
I was warm with the knowing.
The friend was there.
The man he smiled at me, and I knew in his certainty the truth was as such.

His friend was there.
/My/ friend was there.

I waiting forever for Godot.
Only to realize the sky was in my heart.
The friend was I.
I was the sky.
The Friend, I and He and All, was inside and above.
It was within.
It was without.

Allah made my spirit porous.
Hashem made my spirit white light.
Jesus made my spirit gracious.
Buddha made my spirit still.
Shiva made my spirit real.
I made my spirit sing.

I smiled as I looked up the hill at him.

Lucas Marvel Aug 2014

Lips pursed for reconciliation
She enters me slowly
Dank with the residue of becoming
Entire continents drenched with oneness
Condensation of all that solidifies us
lonely in its weight
Wetness spreads across the surface
There is a buoyancy to the pooling
Moisture and its kind one by one
A culture of becoming
The ground of being itself leaps
Entire languages submerged
By the wake of the wave of speechlessness
Words form perfectly upon the tips of tongues
Swallowed by the parchment of gathered fulfilment
Lightness and the dark smashed into an immortal dusk
Everything drenched in violet
The wayside rises as gravity tickles at the sky
The world shaped in curvature
The surface widens and ricochets with tightness
A level playing field
Fresh beasts to groan with excitement
New gods leap from the branches

I used to think
That I was sure of who I was
Until I met You.
I used to think
That I completely understood myself
Until I met You.
I used to think of myself
As a connoisseur of beauty
Until I met You
I used to think that it mattered
What my opinion was
Until I met You.
"I" am  indefinite.....
I am no longer sure quite What I am
Because I have been engulfed
By You.

Influenced by listening to the CD, "Night, Silence, Desert" by Kayhan Kalhor and Mohammad Reza Shajarian, which was recorded in 1994 in Tehran, Iran.

I heard there were 10,000 Hot Naked Chicks in Heaven
If I was willing to sacrifice my life for God.
So, I thought about driving a truck into a Shopping Mall
To kill all the Materialistic Sinners.
Then, I wanted to Avoid Hell,
So, I tried to placate everyone
And became a Complete Coward,
Never helping a Soul.
I saw the Face of God
In a Man lying in a Gutter,
And began to see the Face of God
I began to see Human Beings as beautiful,
Whether they be supermodels
Or bums,
And I began to feel COMPASSION for Humanity
About Heaven and Hell

Once upon a whispering moon, I rode a star unto Africa.

The land was hot & covered in ice.
My eyes were glass,
Ready to shatter at the notion of ugly beauty.
A duality that would cause the sun to tear itself in twain from fear of metaphorical & metaphysical asphyxiation.

Atlas of the world turned grey as dreams turn dust to shards of crystal liquid light.

Grinning inanely & insanely for the serpent spectre sceptre is in the house of sonic devotional Kirtan emotional Islamic Jewish conditional faith & faith no where but here.
No fear.

The sky explodes
When crying gods do read their own
Stories in nothingness & apple seeds.
Cyanide & Suicide.

Doves, black,  rain, ride.
Release. Release. Release.

Apachi Ram Fatal Jul 2016

Mourning life when faith is sacrificed leaving insecurities to call upon the holy spirit

Invoke unconscious supernatural divine being within self to inspire delusions cleverly

Out smart preservation leaving soul naked inside embodied wise eyes

Journey soul embarks on the Astral plane to find Spirit

Energy Sparks of the Heart

I became totally infatuated with you
Even though I couldn't reach out
To touch you
I became hypnotized
By your sensuous curves
Even though I couldn't see you.
I became absorbed
In your Mystical Consciousness
Even though
I didn't know you.

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