I Look Into Your Eyes & See

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us, Saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, But We Outwit That Spell By Enjoying This Now.

There Is A City In Which You Find Everything You Desire-handsome People, Pleasures, Ornaments Of Every Kind-all That The Natural Person Craves. However, You Cannot Find A Single Wise Person There.