
If you place your body in the realm
Of equanimity and non-contention,
And let your mind roam in the
Territory of evenness and non-disturbance,
And water them every day with
Fair words and fine deeds of sage worthies,
Then you are sure to progress.

If you place your body in the realm
Of equanimity and non-contention,
And let your mind roam in the
Territory of evenness and non-disturbance,
And water them every day with
Fair words and fine deeds of sage worthies,
Then you are sure to progress.

this whole universe is the Beloved
Soul guides and prophets
have an innate innocence, but they are
subject to the same consequences as everyone.
If a donkey veers off-course, he will be hit with a stick.
If you do wrong, you will be punished. Abu Bakr said
that steadiness is the central virtue. From the
mind’s stability comes right action
which in turn balances the
intelligence.
They asked me why
prophets were given hardship.
I said it helps to have clear indications.
And I added silently to myself, Be more
humble like someone help captive.
Bow to the one who
can free you.

A hand
shifts our birdcages around.
Some are brought closer. Some move
apart. Do not try to reason it out.
Be conscious of who draws
you and who
not.

You
could become a
great horseman and help
to free yourself and this world though
only if you and prayer become sweet lovers.
It is a naive man who thinks we are not engaged in a
fierce battle, for I see and hear brave foot soldiers
all around me going mad, falling on the ground
in excruciating pain. You could become a
victorious horseman and carry your
heart through this world like a
life-giving sun though only
if you and God become
sweet lovers.

Darkness
has been given as
a nightshirt to sleep in.
Remember how human beings
were composed from water and dust
for blood and flesh with oily resins heated
in fire to make a skeleton. Then the soul, the divine
light, was breathed into human shapes. The work now is
to help our bodies become pure light. It may look like
this is not happening. But in a cocoon every bit
of worm-dissolving slime becomes silk.
As we take in light, each part
of us turns to
silk.
We
made the night
a darkness, but we bring
shining dawnlight out of that.
In the same way the mound of your
grave will bloom with resurrection. Sufis
and those on the path of the heart use darkness
to go within. During the night vigil the universe
is theirs. With all the kings and sultans and
their learned counselors asleep, everyone
is unemployed, except those wakeful
few and the divine
presence.