the path...

the path winding
through bushes,
broom, fern and
wild roses

at times so narrow,
there are places to stop,
they are everywhere
to see near or to see far

near the flowers, the stones,
insects and thorns,
far the sea, the clouds
and the sky flowing in light

and then there is wind
taking us and the birds
into our night,
the path a dream

which has grown
and takes us with
wings of fluffy feathers
through tears and joy

always there is a path,
it is inside,
and it is not for us
to know where we go

it is beyond words
and noise and hurt,
in this silence we must
step softly but firm.

the heart of matter
is the heart,
and each ray of light
has its own path

together we are
called light,
but this is
incomprehensible

in many ways
as we are all blind,
though we know
we belong together

and our blood flows
and flows and flows
as long as the heart beats
and as long as we breathe

giving birth and death,
conscious of this
we must see
it is spirit flowing

moving through all
and all of us
who are sacrifice
and manifestation

and at times
we cannot know
is it us who go
or are we flying

still with the momentum
given to us from dead stars
and with the force
from possible past life.

please, let me stay
and stay on my path,
my soul will reach out
and give you my hand.

i pray for all of us,
let us be aware
of  all in the roses
and in the thorns

inside and outside,
let us see the mornings,
the wonder
of being awake

Sufi Music: Dolcezza by Pejman Tadayon:Translations of Rumi's poems in I...

Rumi,Man gholam-e qamaram. . .

I’m the slave of the Moon; talk of nothing but moon.

Or brightness and sweetness. Other than that, say nothing.

Don’t tell of suffering, talk of nothing but blessings.

If you know nothing about them, no matter. Say nothing.

Last night I went wild. Love saw me and said:

I’m here. Don’t shout, don’t rip your shirt, say nothing.

I said: O Love, what I fear is something else.

There’s nothing there. Say nothing.

I’ll whisper secret words in your ears. Just nod yes.

Except for that nod of your head, say nothing.

A moon pure as spirit rose on the heart’s pathway.

What a joy, to travel the way of the heart. Say nothing.

I said: O Heart, what is this moon? Heart beckoned:

For now, it’s not for you to know. Say nothing.

I said: Is this face angel or human?

Neither angel nor human. It is other, say nothing.

I said: What’s this? I’ll lose my mind if you don’t tell me.

It said: Then lose your mind, and stay that way. Say nothing.

You who sit in this house filled with images and illusions,

get up, walk out the door. Go, and say nothing.

I said: O Heart, tell me kindly: Isn’t this about God?

It said: Yes it is, but kindly say nothing.

It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

"Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

As pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more
Person crying

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you've got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs they con
You into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your eyes is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must bow down to authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone living in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To tell fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards, false goals (gods), I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only"

you

you

clouds passing by
through the sky
like distant boats
travelling into a

far out horizon
and i smell you
through 
one thousand miles,

the scent of your heart,
and am so confused
by all i feel
that i want to lie down

to swim in the evening
and just disappear
into a no-mind
between life and death

i am, unfortunately
not a cloud with
borders flowing
losing edges and itself

yesterday...

How to straighten a pigs tail!

at least something which is easy when you only know how :-)



don't keep on watching the next film...!

My God, said the Rabbi

My God, said the Rabbi, why is it always my own problems which affect me most of all?

so again a note on love and being in love.
both can change everything inside and outside to good or bad,
for sure change occurs.

all gets examined, a continuous unsafety in finding identity in between and of keeping integrity.
it is in parts a cruel process in which emotions can be overwhelming and also can  transform by distillation.

nothing goes with partial presence and learning to love is so difficult,
this is why everybody finds pets easier...or as me, horses, they are not pets.

when feeling is not deep enough and readiness for presence and for giving oneself is not enough,
when pain and fear overgrow joy, love may find another way inside and outside or stay an illusion
or when a person has enough courage to embrace the demons and dance  with dragons,
he or she may find true love inside for being, for animals, plants,stones, humans, for life and death.
to love all is easier than to love one, no?

me, i have walked all ways, walked, walk...with cherries singing in my eyes and with a hand in my hand, with anger, frustration, with joy, with dreams and with care and with a deep feeling of nearness and with always again heightened awareness:
i don't know where i go and where i will be.


I am sorry i don't comment the bad weather, he tornados, the floodings, the wars and the poverty and misery and the brutality and the spiritual blindness of this world-
i am too busy. i don't want to be.

Chet Baker ,Come Rain or Come Shine.wmv

Chet Baker , The Touch of Your Lips

Charnett Moffett Performs Coral