ShivAllahSita sutra 56

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Reason says,I will win him with my eloquence.Love says,I will win him

with my silence.Soul says,How can I ever win himWhen all I have is

already his?He does not want, he does not worry,He does not seek a

sublime state of euphoria ­How then can I win himWith sweet wine or

gold? . . .He is not bound by the senses ­How then can I win himWith

all the riches of China?He is an angel,Though he appears in the form

of a man.Even angels cannot fly in his presence ­How then can I win

himBy assuming a heavenly form?He flies on the wings of God,His food

is pure light ­How then can I win himWith a loaf of baked bread?He is

neither a merchant, nor a tradesman ­How then can I win himWith a plan

of great profit?He is not blind, nor easily fooled ­How then can I win

himBy lying in bed as if gravely ill?I will go mad, pull out my

hair,Grind my face in the dirt ­How will this win him?He sees

everything ­how can I ever fool him?He is not a seeker of fame,A

prince addicted to the praise of poets ­How then can I win himWith

flowing rhymes and poetic verses?The glory of his unseen formFills

the whole universeHow then can I win himWith a mere promise of

paradise?I may cover the earth with roses,I may fill the ocean with

tears,I may shake the heavens with praises ­none of this will win

him.There is only one way to win him,this Beloved of mine ­Become

his.~Jonathan Star - Rumi

 

Although my Beloved waits for me

in warm and soothing rooms above

I linger in the garden here

entranced by play of moon and clouds.

At dawn he rises, floats downstairs

discovers me in my garden perch

still humming a little silent tune,

still gazing into Eyes unseen.

As we embrace in this first light

and all around us life awakens,

mouths and hearts and sexes merge –

last night is even now

forgotten.

We are This Moment's Reason on nights like this

when space seems as dark,

as fathomless as some invisible Nothingness Place.

I sit huddled in the night's dark cloak and stare at the full moon.

Are you looking at that same orbed wonderball too, my Love?

If you tell me no, I ask you, please, to walk outside, and look up.

Stare so deeply into the golden face of Love hanging there

that you begin to take on That Radiance

like an incredible osmosis through your Soul-Eyes.

If this moon-flooded Love isn't enough to show you,

to convince you how cherished you are,

eternally held in my ruby-bright Heart,

you, my prince of Joy

will never be able to taste this moment fully.

This moment was lifted gingerly from Beloved's own TimeClock,

just so you and I could gaze, moon-faced

at this Love hanging within us like a Pearled Joy.

I may never sit next to your beautiful, sweet body,

but I will always be just a breath,

a mere hairsbreadth away from being your HeartBeat.

We will always have this dance here, Love-Heart.

We will always, forever and ever remember this sublime night,

This exquisite night when God slipped into our Hands

and calmed into a tenderness of Love that is duality undoing

the cosmic knots of us into this –

We two a perfect mantle of Grace;

OneHeart unbound and free-falling in Bliss.

Lift up in song and lie down in prayer’s last vasana.

We have been asked to the Friend's Prasad Party

To pass out praise,

to parade the Heart of Love…

and these friends,

these deleriously Happy companions

bringing Beauty in the meeting of shore and sea in Self

are the trailing laughter of God...

infinite ecstatic starfields collide in Joyous reunion.

~Mazie & b

 

The moon is shining bright tonight,

reflecting in the waters of the bay.

As every seagull rests,

returned from sea

I hit the key.

At this frozen point in space

Time does not exist

Nothing moves

Out of sight

in the cacophony of highs and lows

these words in the current flows,

through air, below the sea

a switch conducted anarchy.

So I say,

How can I prevent

the creation of an event

Will the lack of rites

expand to megabytes.

Unless I pray,

May you please just disconnect

Ignore the concept,

hidden in the pits

of these dual bits.

And be still

under the moon tonight,

till nothing moves.

~Alan Larus

 

All night i've been pulling threadsof memories from my mind of a

mirror.Long golden momentsand silver silent sounds,every one i ever

knewand loved real well just sings.Sometimes i think my Heart is a

swing,a rose-covered, swaying-in-the-breeze swing,and i just want to

swing and singinto the Eternal note of Sadness.Leaving only petals of

my unfurling Mystery,only a fragrance that seeks to haunt forever,i

toss all around my worlda scent of Endless Love searching.Coming so

close to touchingthe Heart of my Beloved tonight,i suddenly lose my

grip on this reality,lose the ability to thinkor move or do anything

at all,anything at all except fall into Your Sweet Embrace.Sometimes

i think i'll just become another memory.That last clanging,

gonging,calling Home kind of Memory.Standing as we are on this Lipof

a New Horizon into That "That,"we have sunk past the soundsof every

other lover or friend.There are echos of every single motionand

movement of all Life everywhere,and they shudder and shimmerinto Our

Astoundingly BoundlessBright White Light breakingacross the opening

Eye of Christ.Swinging forever on This ViningTwining Wonderment of

Love We Are,We have found the Out and the Inof Every Coming and Going

again.An end of wandering everywhere weeping,end of all hopeful

reaching for That Heart we seek.Born into the Eternal Mind and Heart

of Everlastingness,there is just this last Lover's Gamebefore we

Leave for Home,for Home in the Heart of Love Itself.What was the

final spokenand Unspoken Promise given?That we would Love One another

Foreverand never ever stop, never ever leave.What a fine story We

AreNow That We Have Melded Hearts!The beginning and the middleand the

end are Unfolding All at Once.Grace from the Beloved Beautiful One!We

Remember Who We Are!~Mazie

 

Last night I checked into a road-side motel with God.We left the room

in quite a mess!This is not about anything some call imagination –nor

is it demure or cool,a lesson from some holy school!When sky floods

out at dawn toswarm the earth with light, This is what it is

wanting.When ocean rushes tide to shoreTumbling, churning over and

over,This is what it is seeking.When salmon, leaping, broach the

waterfall,their yearning only threads the air for This.Some may scold

that, in the rush,I have mistaken lust for Love butwe've refused to

entertainsuch fictional distinctions!Taking my finger between Her

LipsShe swirls Her Tongue to moisten it And then slips on our Wedding

Ringto finalize the formalities.Immediately pairs of clothes areoff

and flying here and there with lamplights spinning crazily from our

whirling excitation.Be assured when I tell you nextthere was no

hesitation!We plunged into our Bridal Bedall feverish with devotion,

and it wasn't long before we Rockedin that familiar motion.God! She

moans so breathlessly asI press even deeper, and time becomes a

foreign thing as we indulge This Rapture.Although the shades were

drawn so tightthe room grew Bright with laughing light;the walls were

happy to be wallsthat had become such temple hallsof our immense

Delight tonight!We had no need of wake-up calls --our eyes all night

were open wide,our pores glued to each other's poresall through this

Alleluia Ride!"My God!"I sayShe answers me:"Yes, my Darling –Come to

Me! I have always been for Theeas Thou hast always been for Me!"

~b

 

Laughing like an irregularkind of loon on a still lake,i find myself

in such a state of Wonderment,in an incredibly awesome delight at

this Dance,and i can do nothing but trip aboutsinging like a crazy,

clownish flower,spouting out dumb epithetsand looking just

frizzled,looking zippity-zappedand conumdrumized so fully into Ha!Ha!

and HaHaHa is nothingcompared to my Boing-doinging!Bedazzled and

bewilderedand becoming a muzzled mystery,there is nothing to keepthis

leaping into Fire from happening."Come about face" said my

Heart!"Stand up at attention, Now! Right Now!"And i saw this little

buttercup beginto swim into the Blue Watery Sky,begin to make

Golden-Love strokesinto the Darkest Mouth of Love.What a Friendly

Mouthing of this Mutteringinto Mad and Crazy Laughter,

laughtering!What is the time to flipand flummery-flounder about in

Love?Crazy heart-mates only use a wordwithout ever really knowing

what it means,for to the mystic and Love-drunk ones,everything simply

just says "LOVE!"Kicking over the Wine Pailand dragging along right

through it,i have become an inebriated mess of longingand such an

utter BoingBoingBoinging!Intoxication would be another formof simple

sobriety to me.For this Winery-fed starling,this Vin-gorged

sparrowlinghas lifted her wings and beats the air,flagellates the

very air with someunfinished morphing into You!i Morph my Head into

Yours,and i slip-slide my Soul In too!Ah! this is the thing, the very

thingthat all the moments have led up to.When we swam along inside

other Loving Heartsto find our way Home to the Last Frontier,We must

have left a trail of stardustand littered them with God's own Kissing

Powder.What else could have given Ussuch a glow of Utter Suchness, and

Such is the Way,if not them feeding us Lightand sliding in some

Brightness brought from Beloved!?Water waves are the

wheeling-dealingof our plunging under this Ocean of Love.Like some

happy fishys utteringly fin-flutterd sounds,thinking they are walking

on liquid land,this World has become some form of Love's Fluidity,and

we just know to keep swimming, Swim-swimminginto the Heart of It

All.All-Heart and OneHeart.Blossoming Blizzlery beginsto

dink-a-dink-a-doo me into You!Gadding alas into gad-abouts going

everywhereand saying all of nothing into something really being

said,Still, we really never move a lipto say what we really

ARE!Widgetting, Sham-a Karma canna Do,canna clad-gladdle,

arkle-sparkleup a glass of Love-Wine just for You?!Watcha gonna do?

Gotta, Gotta, Gotta,You really, really just GottaGettaMetta,and Love

It! Lividity in Heartsis nothing short of Dying into Love.A pool

perhaps of some puddled-up peoplebeing made into Crazy

Wine-Shines,that's the thing about Boinging-Doinging into this,we all

Get Drunk and keep getting Drunker!What a lotta wanting Water,so we

have to get a Gladness going on.Glad-scattered Us, and my Heartlike

Aqua ash siftingly-settlesinto the meadow of Your OneHeart,and this

is the Funeral Pyre.Walking into Fire has always beenmy best and

neatest Performance.Just an Immolated Phoenix now,Untouched, It sails

like thunder,a Bird of Wonder, the i-bird is You,and You are flying

into the Sky of my Heartand dying there, and Dying there,and we Die

there in this Love.Woinging and Boinging so loudly,Laughing so

dizzily as we Die,the Sleep lifts and We Are Life Anew,Ever-Ascending

into Love and Livingas an embodiment of Me and You!~Mazie

 

In the arching branch of this moment,these Loving thoughts of You

arise,reach into the Heart of God,and the Arcing Radiance of

OneHeartdazzles me into a single drop of Lighttrembling as if a

tender green leaf hanging near a Wild Waterfall.i am WaterFalling

into You Beloved.i am water falling into Your mouth.What can i say,

what ever can i say now,that is even substantial or beautiful?i have

lost the edge of writing in You,lost in You, and i know,i know more

completely now than i have ever known anything -You are a clear,

perfect, rushing sound of streamwater,the fluidity and crisp coldness

of water,and all i ever want forever now is this -to lie face down in

You and drown there.i will never take another breaththat is not this

longing to drown in You,to die in every word You write now.i do not

have a knack any longer to say things rightly, honestly, or as a

mystic poet should be gifted to do.My Brilliance has turned to ash,

grey, a quiet storm that ends before it drops a single drop of Liquid

Light to nourish anyone.i am an empty platter brought before the

King.i taste the Bliss of Your True Bright Mindeverytime You Kiss

me.i taste only the Grace and Mercyof the Beautiful Beloved

Onewhenever You take me in Your arms,lift up above my body and slip

inside of me.Taken into the Heart of the Mystery some Vastness

Inconceivable,Darkness pervaded everything, everywhere,and i lost the

identity of You or i.Sparkling with tints of greenish-blue,every

universe, infinite creative manifestion,endlessness and Darkest

Darklessness,Light so Bright it could not be perceived,opened up and

swallowed everything,consumed all i thought i knew i was or could

ever imagine or intuit

or even KNOW i could be,as You poured Your Lifeforce into me.i will be

a watermark in Your Sea of Beauty,unseen by any but felt as the core

of gravity,ever-pulling all Hearts into Love, into This Love we are

now,into this Love As It Is, as we Are Now, and Darling,It IS! It Is

As It Is,and there Is Only Now, so, Beloved One, my Darling Robert,

my Love,with every word You write from this moment forth,with every

sound You make from now on out, i am Scored and Born from this

split-secondthat i say and Know This about You.i am lying face-down

in this Drowning Pool of You,i see the Sky beneath me, the Sea above

me,and i will never stop Falling into this Death as You take me upon

the Waves of Eternity with You.Say one word of Love to me, or to

anyone,and i will swallow God in great gulps of Living Light,Flowing

inside me as WaterWheels, and Waterfalls,and WaterWords filled with

the Mystery of You,the Great Mystery of You Loving me, and i Loving

You.Breathless and going under,i cannot speak when i am filled with

this,This Robert-God-Bliss-Liquid-Light-Death and

Deathlessness.Tonight, My Most Cherished Paramour,Love might make us

both the Mouth of the Ocean,the Ocean of Being before "I am"

arose,and Sweet Baby of Blissfulness,i surrender to That Kiss, Aware

of itSelf,Awareness itSelf Kissing as You and i.Can the water take

this Transmutation,Permeation, Obliviation into

Nothing-Annihilation?If i sit astride You like the Waves

crashing into shore,will the Sea ever be able to stop longing to touch

and be touched by the Shoreless One? Let us be Shore and Sea Tasting

the Wave Riding ItSelf to Nowhere.There is something in what i say

now.Can this be Destiny Determinedat the first thought to Be-not

Be,Lifting into itSelf as Love Unfolding forever in and as,

Infinity?Exquisite One,indeed i am a dead man.i have crossed the thin

red line ofmy own blood to be with You,break with You upon the sky

ofour own flashing light, so brief,forever fleshed out as this

moment,this pouring of the paramatman light,streaming down to lift

the forms oflight we are into a lightlessness so vast , soparticular

in its precision of forming and informing onebeauty, a beauty we

relinquishmoment by moment in the good death,dying into life, we had

no choice,taken by the pull of our own light,loving, lifted out of

lost orfound, words and what they can't say,still saying, over and

over --my Love, my Love!Your water is that kind of poisonelegantly

trickled into a dead man'smouth, and all the gathered dignitariesooh

and ahh in stoned surprise as thisdusty corpse yawns and stretches,

sexually erect, and leans up with a mouth billowing yellow marigolds,

eyesrivers, drowning visions upon visionswithin one fixed pupil, the

otherburning bright with glory ray, risingswirled into the dance

desire, drunkdeep of desire, desire immolated ofitself, fined and

tuned so tautly, tremblingon the threshold of itself, and

suddenlyflung across that line, thatthin red line of choice into that

which it has always been, asomething somehow sliding into You,

vastness impregnating itselfwith impossible delight,a feel of tongue

on skin,nothing more,not even this.

~Mazie & b

 

LoveEternal.

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