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A former techie and now a "deep-seeing mystic" and student of western Sufism. Moving more into spiritual service -- as an energy healer, teacher, Elder.

Friday, July 19, 2013

The Sunflower

Thirsty for the Light, you turn your head to the horizon.
In disbelief, as that passionate friend drops out of view.

You try to pull yourself from the roots and chase that vagabonding lover, 
but firmly grounded you remain.

Yet in that pulling strain, you call up the soil's moist offering.
That, each night you transform to the morning's yellow joy.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Drunkard

The drunkard leaves the tavern.
Whirling in bliss.
Kissed by the Beloved.
Her heart shines clear.
Dancing, she welcomes all pilgrims.

Spilled Paint

The artist reaches for the paint pots.
Drunk with the "om" of a hundred monks, 
She knocks the tray to the floor.

Colors run amok. 
Tapping frequencies that come from the heart of the Beloved.

Focusing again on the canvas before her, she lifts the brush.
Nothing was disturbed. All still shimmers with possibility.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The Artist in the Tavern (for Hedi)

The pitcher is full of sweet wine.

The patrons have jostled the table in their haste to reach the bar.

A small portion spills on to the worn tablecloth, adding one more layer to the unfolding design.

The tavernkeeper tends to the noisy customers, nodding silently to the special guest as she gathers her brushes, admires her work, and heads for the door.

Monday, May 13, 2013


Circles within circles. Suns birthing suns.
Mists rising from the once silent sea.
Gathering in overlapping spirals,
Sun and Moon sing their way,
Rushing to this earth.
Resting soon, this child, in your loving embra

Sunday, February 10, 2013

The Seer

The seer, she with a large heart,
touches each visitor with her gaze.

Her gifts, once offered to Axe and Uxum
on the shores of an African sea, and

Sung out loud under the Sun Dance pole,
are more subtle now.

 Resting in the Beloved One's blessing, 

Her Light touches the deep longing places, 
held in shadow no longer.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The Sea Bird

Through the fire
The daring sea bird
Far from the coastal bay
Flies to the highest pine
His song
Bringing the healing rain.

The Merchant of Scents

The merchant of scents
Sits in a faraway corner of the old souk.
Few tourists find their way back here.

But those unruly ones,
Drunk with love.
Chased away by the guards,
lest they frighten the paying customers,
Always seem to find this place.
Like crazy bees, drawn to the flower.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Wedding Feast

They are setting up the tables for the wedding feast.
Cut flowers at every seat.
Crisp linen and fine china await the guests.

At the gate the dervish stands. 
Asking each arrival, "did you remember to bring the wine?"

The host is embarrased.
But the lovers know: their glass is already overflowing.

To a Fearful Poet

I am working so hard. No words are flowing.

The dervish says:

Just turn and turn again,. dear friend.
The spinner has no judge or master.
Write as if you are dancing to the Beloved.
One breath can release the cistern.

Your words, like prayers on the wings of butterflies,
have sat in this cacoon far too long.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Dye Pots

The dye pots sit in a circle around her.
"You can resist this bath," she tells the unruly wool.
"But it is only in surrender, that your true color is birthed."

In your heart, dear friend, is the cauldron that the Beloved One has stirred.

"Drink up that rich red wine, its color is yours alone.


The stars turn in the night sky.
The dervisha spins, recreating that heavenly longing.

Her light, a beacon of deep return.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Market Day (for Sheilana)

The streets are crowded with jostling vendor stalls.
Every color, every scent, promises a new delight.

The thirsty pilgrims are pushed along by the crowd,
Searching for the Hidden One.
"Where is the Beloved's tavern?" they ask each eager seller.

Exhausted, they rest at the well.
The guardian gently offers an over-flowing cup.
Drink, dear friends.
This is the wine of true lovers.

Saturday, September 15, 2012


The dolphin queen surfaces on New Moon nights.
Reading the planetary codex flickering beyond the stars.
Deep dreaming, she sings her wisdom to the in-rushing souls.

In your eyes little one, I see that ancient sea.
In your tiny hands, the gift of guidance,
Patiently waiting to take form once again.

Friday, September 14, 2012

The Young Man Returns

The young man returns from the forest.
Clothes stained, and covered with sharp thorns.

Facing the King, he falls to the ground.
"Forgive me," for I have returned empty-handed.

"Rise up and enter the sacred garden," smiles the Wise One.
On those muddy boots and torn vestments lie seeds of sweet fruit.
Waiting only for your tears to release their gifts,
Held tight for so many years!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Away from the Kiln

The master craftsman is away from the kiln today.

His tools, resting and ready for tomorrow’s clay.

He is busy fashioning something of greater value.

In his hands rest the future.

Heard in a child’s laugh, and held in a father’s loving presence.

The Gardener

The gardener stands at the city gate.
A box of ripe fruit at his feet.

Every pilgrim receives his sweet gift
as they rush on towards the temple place.

But some, recognizing the taste, stop and quickly turn back.

Knowing that his wisdom is what they've traveled so long to savor.

Monday, December 26, 2011

The Spice-Seller

The people crowd the spice-sellers booth.

"Oh, I can feel the smile of the Beloved in every breath,"
A happy customer exclaims to his neighbors.

Little does he know that the true "barakah" flows
From the heart of that gentle shopkeeper.

For the Traveler --

The clouds have parted.
The great sun, once hidden,
Reaches down to touch the pilgrim.

"Your heart, on fire,
Reflects my love.
It burns strong,
Even in the darkest night."

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Heavy Coat

The traveler, weighted down by her heavy coat,
hears the coins falling through her thread-worn pockets.
The path seems steep.
And those coins must be rolling away behind her.

She hears the gentle laughing of the Dervish:
"These are not your valuables. In your heart, a true treasury sits.
Each seed is a flower warmed by the breath of the Beloved.
These are the currency of true healing."

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

For the Mankind Project

Each small act of initiation,
Each healing of the weight of one man's woundedness,
Each turn to the call of mission.

Each pulls this planet one step closer to its true purpose.
Strengthening the entire great web that is the magic of our shared incarnation.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Warrior Returns

Called to arms, the reluctant warrior bids farewell to his vineyard and gardens one last time.

Battles fought, this soul is drawn to return.

Repair and nurturing is her present task.

In each guiding turn, we feel the tenderness drawn from that strong heart long ago.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Waiting for the Caravans

The young men gather at the city gate.
Waiting for the caravans to arrive.
Who will be the first to taste the sweet fruit?
Or offer the latest scent to his lover?

One holds back. Waiting for the glance of his master.
The disheveled one.
Who talks to camels. And sings of the Beloved.
Whose gift is the sweetest perfume of all.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Fall Fruit

The fruit tree has scattered her sweet fall offerings.
Pilgrims, do not pass by hungry!

These apples sing of the Divine.
Telling us that the Beloved is near.

Keeper of the Key

Standing at the dargah's door.
The guardian welcomes all pilgrims.
From dawn to dark night, he stays at his post.
Sweeping and cleaning, scattering flowers.

Now his journey begins.
The path leads from this place to another temple door.
Guarded only by the breath of the Beloveds.