Love - It Just Is

[Guest guest]

Oh Geez! there's that sacred train again

going by and sounding like God.

Even the dirt clods are clapping up vhibuti ash!

 

And those birds singing long before dawn -

i'm gone! Way gone! No going, just GONE!

Gone? But of course, 'cause there's nowhere to go!

 

There's Mashuq coming in the door after work,

and let me tell you something my Darlings,

That's the Beautiful Beloved - Love, appearing for sure!

 

What a Wonderous One! With this bird on the sidewalk,

naked and bruised and battered and dead, and Ah! Awe!

The Beauty Presents as this child who fell from the nest!

 

Some story about a big twin-bombing, a Rhommel-like Ram-ing,

It Chanted again and again - Ram! Ram! Ram!

Then this - Allah! Allah! Allah! Jai to Beloved! Jai to Love!

 

What if the first child my daughter is carrying as God,

never breathed a single breath, just dead at the breast?

What would i see? Would i still see only Love? That's the rub, eh?

 

If we feel separate and divided from the acts that we fear,

or the acts that bare our Hearts to Love and Joy and Bliss,

are we really saying this -

 

La'illaha il'Allahu?

 

There's no reality but God;

 

There is only God.

 

 

Or are we saying something else?

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie