Fashioner of Wind

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

35mm originalLayla is the faint attar at dawn
quiet, sinuously flowing
slowly in the morning
She stirs the fashioner of winds

Majnun is the feather
Whenever his beloved gets too close,
upon her wings,
he flies off and away again.

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The Pain of the Thorn

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
the pain of the thorn
is where the rose gets it color from
where fragrance
manifests its message
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Halcyon

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
We occupy different parts of the earth
but we share the same sky
look up
everything is up there
boundless cloud pastures of the imagination
roam in halcyon
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The Eyes

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
I am always amazed at how far your eyes can see
It’s not the conquest of vision
it is a surrender to the unseeable.
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Where the Beloved Resides

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
How revealing to find ourselves in the abyss, 
searching the seven continents for answers, 
when all along we are amidst God’s shoreless ocean, 
surrounded by love.
We run from the truth 
because we cannot bear the pain of a silent solitary heart – 
yet it is there that the Beloved resides.
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River Captain

Posted on May 2, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
I’d no real idea what I was looking at 
it seems a sublime visage foretells the future, 
marks the past, 
more than it reveals the present moment. 
Upstream and downstream
share the same unseen –
source and destination both obscured
they meet at the nexus of the bathers consciousness
There is one channel, 
many rivers…
best not to confuse the two
as we return to the ocean
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Opposites share the same space

Posted on May 2, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
The smallest point, is infinitely small,
unlimited in this respect;
which is more than we can say for the planets…
which are limited in size

“Nothing” is the disclosure of “Everything,”
in a perpetually diminishing state.
So long as we recede into Nothingness,
Everything has perfect and eternal existence.

To embrace Everything,
is to make ourselves diminutive –
we become a single grain of sand
surrounding itself with all the worlds desert dunes and sea shores.

Seek Nothing, leave Everything.
That which we enter and that which we exit
share the same threshold.
We are the door – and both sides of it.

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Unfree Poem

Posted on May 1, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

unfreebirds

A poem is a bird
in a gilded cage
a pining soul
on a weeping page.

Open the door
but still it stays
Close the door
and it flies away.

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The mountain on your chest

Posted on May 1, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

Our messages,
all of them past and present,
but an ensemble of One beckoning source.

It is true,
how wind – the pen,
and water – the scroll,
will lay a volatile couplet,
a brief fragrance,
a ripple, a wave and tide.
When the wind dies,
what?

The mountain on your chest
is just the summit of the heart.
our whole lives we talk and write and chat
and listen and question…
chatter…
yet it’s all divine expelling
of a single existence.

We think we chat in multitudes,
but it is merely God
dancing on our tongues and fingertips.
And these things we write and say
are so tenuous, fragile, fleeting –
like the wind laying a ripple on the water…
it could be a ripple, a wave or the entire tide…
it matters not…
because without the Wind (the one steady thing),
there is no mark or sound left to see, read, or smell.

That huge burden of mind-speak
that mounts on top of us,
this mountain of sorrows,
piles of vain-glory…
are nothing but the summit our hearts must mount.

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Written

Posted on May 1, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

The Beloved
enters like a mist
When in stillness
Lays a kiss

Disarms my words
eludes my eyes
No empty pages
the ink run dry

Hours gaze
from a clock with no face
free from the hands
of time and space

Pulsing chamber of light
that of a lantern
of a wayfaring messenger
She says
“I am not writer, I am written”

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