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Standing at the lip of the Madhouse of Hafiz,

there seems to be a vortex of Love pulling me in.

Banging on the doorway to Nowhere, with no hands,

suddenly i am swept inside Your Soundless Voice,

Washed into Your Headless Body through no effort of my own.

Will You Speak for me, Hafiz, when i lose my Mind?

Will You Dance for me when i am no longer dreaming this form?

With a series of concept-chains that i've bound myself with,

they are just a ladder Now to the center of mySelf.

Stationed like some Love-Hungry Lion Who's Roaring,

a Ravenous Beast is being tossed every particle of i, by I.

Who is doing the feeding and who is doing the consuming?

This Heart has become a pinpoint of Light, contracting,

expanding and revolving and dissolving and reappearing,

to the point of disappearing into the Vastness of That.

Finding that no one's even here, has never been here,

the ideas in each of these lines becomes Laughable!

But who is doing this Charismatic Chortling in me?

Drawn into the Mirth of mySelf, into the Heart of God,

the Beautiful Beloved One begins to Shimmer and Undulate.

How can i say this when i can't even see That,

can't even color with words, the One i describe?

The very Movement of Being across infinite Space,

Is Spaceless and Traceless and Nameless and Neti.

Through the portals of Time as Timelessness,

i'm Being Done each Moment, and i stop between thoughts,

and i am stopped between thoughts with the dissolution,

with the giving up wanting anything at all,

anything at all that wants anything but God, but Love.

Even this wanting has no place in Awareness.

Awakened, it cannot be, if Being is to be Known in the Heart.

For who is there to yearn any longer for Love?

It Is Love! It Is the Heart Awakened to ItSelf, as OneHeart.

Even this idea has no meaning, this One that we call It.

Call it Self, God, the Heart, One, just like Sri Ramana did,

but these last little titles must go with the going,

with the going, going, gone into That, That, That Alone.

Oh Hafiz, my Beautiful Hafizling! Say what i cannot Say!

Open the Madhouse and let all us Lunatics of Light back In!

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie