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‘… They learn to associate topsy-turvydom with well-being; in fact, they’re only truly happy when they’re standing on their heads.’

‘And that,’ put in the director sententiously, ‘that is the secret of happiness and virtue — liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny.’

If a ripe pomegranate on a branch
doesn’t open its ruby mouth to the birds,
what else will it do?

Moonlight seduces you.
Sunlight feeds you.
What more would you want them to do?

Reason warns, “Forget union! Forget surrender.
The void is full of thorns.”

Love replies, “The thorn is in you, my friend.
Constantly sounding the alarm. You call that existence?
Pluck the thorn from your heart.
Let the garden bloom.”

Lovers drink dregs and brim with ecstasy.
Stone hearted men of reason seethe in denial.

Reason saw one market,
opened a shop, and started haggling.
Love saw many.

Reborn so many times,
I know that music.

I linked arms with death
and leapt into emptiness.

My mind second-guessed me,
chased me down,
tried to scare me out of surrender.

Why should I be afraid?
I give form to formless fear.
I write it’s every rant.

Once I lived in a prison of circumspection.
I thought I was being prudent and wise.
A prison. Why? What had I stolen?

Your naked freedom
is your shield.

Steeped in union, the heart remembers
a world beyond words.
Soul, send the news.

There’s one spirit in countless bodies,
one oil in countless almonds,
one meaning in countless words
uttered by countless tongues.

I don’t know that direction beyond direction.
And I don’t know you either, dear Beloved.
Loving, jovial, sulky, cruel –
You always keep me guessing.

We are drunk
but not on crushed grapes.
Whatever the mind guesses,
we are far from that.

Our first meal on earth begins with blood and ends with milk.
When my mind grew teeth, I craved more than milk.
I chased my daily bread
with a net, a mask, a bag of tricks.

Ecstatic souls,
hearts that serve the heart,
broke free from their prisons
and launched like birds.

Thoughts stray and drag you with them.
Heart, leap over your head.
Arrive before you know it.

You’re not a rook bound to two directions.
You’re not a pawn, a crooked queen,
a shortsighted king.

Be a mirror for your beloved.
Reflect what you adore.

Why lying in a grave,
fearing judgement, hands idle?
You have a role at this feast.
Rise up. Open your arms, a haven.

Be a stranger to yourself.
Wreck the house you call self.
Wake up in Love’s house.
Live with lovers. Be a lover.

Meet us in the land of insight,
camped under ecstasy’s flag.

We lust after the afterlife.
We stew over trinkets.
We stage battles between black and white.
Our ears are plugged with twisted delusions.

You carry the cure.

You are hope’s beating heart.
You are a doorway to the sun.
You are the one I seek and the one who seeks me.
Beginning and end.

Why plague your heart with indecision?
Your heart is your pulpit and throne.
Don’t step down.

Intelligence is your crown.
Only gems drawn from the depths of you
can adorn this crown.
Gather them.

The beloved is here, the soul of souls is here –
and never left.
It’s our eyes that come and go.

Be silent now. Let silence speak.
Surrender the syllables you count on your fingers.
The river of countless messages is here.

You who are drunk on self – union is your destiny.
The map is in your hand.
Taste the rapture now. Come and dance.

And you, dear lion,
so fierce and hot tempered,
come and dance.

You surrendered your head and feet.
Headless, footless, come and dance!

If you’ve made a habit of drinking vinegar,
don’t blame the vine.

Ditch the vinegar
and ditch the vendor who doesn’t deal in life’s nectar.
Pour Love’s wine and quit peddling misery.

Grim and sober,
feeling guilt for simple pleasures –
joy is not a sin.

If they turn away, let them go.
Let them judge. Let them talk
Let them smear your good name.
You’ll have less to guard!

Feeling guilt for feeling pleasure –
that’s your sin. That’s your chain.
Shatter it, tear it off,

then invite the puritans over.
Today is an invitation to ecstasy.
Let them know.

Give yourself up.
Give yourself over to glory.
See what happens.

You are a mountain full of gold.
Open the mind. Let the mountain speak.
Hear what happens.