While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.

Speak with the language of love.

Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.

There's a path from your HEART to mine.

Sell your presence and purchase bewilderment.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

Say Bismillah, In the name of God, as the shaykh does with a knife when he offers an animal. Bismillah your old self to find your real name. - Jalaluddin al