Madhouse of Hafiz

[Guest guest]

Mazie wrote:

 

 

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?

 

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 dissolving,

 

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!

 

 

 

…….When you walk through those gates, I will

be here to greet you, and standing next to me

will be You, greeting yourself, and

because God can do such things

there will be such a grand Party, celebrating

the arrival of nobody!

 

Oh, such fun never was nor will be had by beings at all,

"except in their moment of vanishing, when they

slide upon the light of which forms are made."

 

When names are mentioned, a person may become

reverent, but here, where there never was a thing, only

Bowing is bowing, and Praise is only praising.

 

Everyone claims that they want the Truth, but most

flee with soiled pants when they glance in those Jaws!

No matter –

they have already become the meal,

already pre-digested.

 

We are willing oil for the blaze that

never ends, blue and crimson flames mounting from

the furnace of the Heart's fine refinery.

 

We –

the burnt kabob.

Beloved –

the spearing skewer.

 

Oh Hafiz –

pass that Dipping Sauce Now!

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

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