Charting the Chartless Art of Love

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It's all just the Sweet Wine

Kissing Us forever.

Hi Mazie:

You realize of course that Rumi sometimes serves best because Rumi serves less and that is more.

Love,

Zenbob

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"I saw grief drinking from a cup of sorrow

and called out,

 

'"It tastes sweet,

does it not?"'

 

'"You've caught me."'

grief answered,

'"and you've ruined my businesss.

 

How can I sell sorrow,

when you know it's a blessing?"'"

 

~Rumi

 

 

You will be the ruination of me i say.

i am supposed to sell angst

and unease as the way, the play

to pacify every other Lover.

Thinking that this suffering is a boon,

we cultivate a sense of 'doing something'

that really matters

about the matter at hand.

i really must hand it to Love though,

It wears a finely stitched mystery moo-moo.

Flowing all around us

and allowing each of us

the full freedom to fall,

or so we think,

of languishing in pity.

It gives up a great kiss of This -

 

"i Love You."

 

And man oh man,

do we embrace our suffering so dearly,

so near and dear we think,

actually really think

we must be Goody-goody,

God so good at the wearing

of two-shoes stamping along,

singing our self-absorbed song

in our great giving up something.

 

That something is the belief

that we give anything,

that we are anything

outside of Beloved's Heartbeat.

God gets off in giving it up

as sorrow and suffering sundries.

If we are pacified by this,

allowed to believe

that we are somehow paying,

tithing to Love's box of Evermore

of "gotta get hurt,"

just got to revert

the soul back to worthiness.

 

What unnecessary work

we put upon our soul!

Seeing every single thing as God,

and God alone, the only Reality is

that we are always, all ways

giving in to giving up the notion

that we should suffer

to get anything back.

 

So now, this slick salesman,

well, to hell with Him

if i believed in that.

i'd hum it back and say -

"Take that, You Wily So-and-So of suffering,

and i return and even go so far

as to burn and churn

each and every idea

of anything or anyone

who actually,

who really suffers."

 

Gladdened by the boldness holding out,

holding Its Own

in this Rumi chatting prattle,

i say, i say, i say "I Say!"

What is this talk of anyone

doing any kind of thing

that's outside

of my Perfection of Being,

of Being anything and everything

that's shouting like a rube in the city -

 

"i will slay you to lay you upon the alter

of 'no one dies and no one is ever hurt!'"

God oh Godliness that speaks with forked tongue!

It's all just the One wanting to win

our Hearts in any and every manner possible.

What a play to say that "I Am Only Love!"

 

Above or below or even in-between this thing,

this thing we think can harm us,

there is this:

 

I Kiss the Hand that Slays me as Pain,

for what a gain, a boon,

a realled cartoon re-released.

Let's laugh aloud at the crowd so cowed

so they can join the merriment of Blissful Joy.

Blissfulness is Blessedness

abounding around and in

every form of the formless

making waves in us.

 

Why, That Hand will soon Soothe away

the furrow left

upon the brow of forgetfulness

that i, yes I, and that this,

that this thinking

we are ever less than That!

And That my Darling Ones,

is everything in Abundance,

and an Abundance of "no one ever suffers!"

 

Suffer with me this silly song i sing,

but do not believe i ever suffer

as any kind of pain

or gain or

sweetst refrain.

 

The inside the joke of this again,

again It Is -

 

"Gotta cosmic quarter Brother?"

 

i needs me to drink of that which has

an effervescent bubbling of me,

of me thinking

i cannot be worthy enough

unless i drink the cup

of sorrow and pain.

 

So that's the last refrain

and i will refrain

from ever saying anything again

of men who think,

they actually think,

that there is anyone to Suffer.

 

So be the dancing

and the prancing upon the body,

and the body is so ecstatic

to finally know the static

is just a Sweet Kiss from God

and God Alone.

God! He's such a fricken

fine Kisser!

Painfully,

i break away into this idea,

into this maxim and verity,

i say verily,

"There is only God,

there is no reality but God."

 

Rumi might be really Happy to know

i made the way the play,

allowed the Play to Play me!

Let's Play Ball with the All,

and really,

all He ever wanted

was to play some silly game to entertain us,

like "Hide-and-Seek!

 

And there seemed to be a rule

of "no-Peeking,

not even Parinda

could lift his eyes to try

to try and Taste the Presence of God,

at least not before He,

the Beautiful Beloved One,

saw the shadow glinting,

shimmering on the wall

of pain

and sorrow

and grief.

It's all just the Sweet Wine

Kissing Us forever.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

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