Dear Beloved

This page contains weekly updated poems I've been writing to Love and the Beloved. In the Sufi tradition, God or the Divine is experienced and worshiped as the Beloved who can be found in everything and everyone: in the eyes of a lover, a stranger, and in the currents of your own longing heart.

19 04, 2017

I’ve done it before

By |2017-04-19T21:18:18+00:00April 19th, 2017|Uncategorized|0 Comments

I've done it before and will do it still more Take bold leaps of faith from my heart's reservoir Charged heads over heels on my will's trampoline With a smile on my face for my life's tangerine For no leap of faith can be destined to fail If I leap unafraid from Love's anchoring rail [...]

3 04, 2017

Out of diapers

By |2017-04-03T22:49:48+00:00April 3rd, 2017|Love, Poetry|0 Comments

And when the teeth had come in, Love grew out of diapers and wanted to wear bigboy pants, button, zipper and all no more Pottytalk and waiting for someone else to come around and change her

17 03, 2017

Shangri-la

By |2017-03-31T03:02:30+00:00March 17th, 2017|Love, Poetry|0 Comments

And when the desire to know itself in its fullest inseparable undying perfection became unbearable, when the stillpoint of all that ever was to be had exhausted the black bed of singularity, Love plunged into her navel and diving split her eye into two to behold us in the blue green memory of her shangri-la

5 03, 2017

Braveheart

By |2017-03-31T03:01:19+00:00March 5th, 2017|Love, Poetry|0 Comments

Walk on then, Love, walk in your muddy combat boots dragging through heavy duty shit that wasn't even yours in the first place but No one bothered to clean up so here You are My Braveheart Walk on then, and find the rivers So pure where All the lovers have drowned with their millstones of [...]

28 02, 2017

Who do you think

By |2017-03-31T03:03:00+00:00February 28th, 2017|Love, Poetry|0 Comments

Who do you think you are talking to, Love asked when I came to her my stone thrown dress Sore against the unforgivables of my blemished heart, molding as mother daughter sister brother father son and the kin of their sin, Who in the world and of the world I AM You in the thorns [...]

9 12, 2016

Night prayer

By |2017-11-03T20:48:18+00:00December 9th, 2016|Poetry, Prayers|0 Comments

The night is my prayer the darkness my womb Incubator of visions and gardens to bloom. The night is my prayer for fear's final death Fulfillment of union on the weave of my breath. The night is my prayer to powers unseen Removers of barriers and scarcity's scheme. The night is my prayer my longing [...]

9 12, 2016

Thousand leagues

By |2017-11-03T20:40:36+00:00December 9th, 2016|Desire, Love, Pain, Poetry|0 Comments

When your heart sinks a thousand leagues under the sea because Love has served you an open ended question Buoy what's left of your lungs to the helium balloon of time   And if that does the trick and keep you from losing your mind in the shark eyes of unrequited desire   Come up [...]

9 12, 2016

To hell with mourning

By |2017-11-03T20:45:08+00:00December 9th, 2016|Grief, Pain, Poetry|0 Comments

To hell with mourning! The devil shall have a feast on tears and brew strong wine of loss and fears to feed the one's who sold their soul in apathy on idle coals in cowardice and meek despair bemoaning what is past repair And get them drunk on their own spit until they choke and [...]

9 12, 2016

Dream time

By |2017-11-03T20:42:21+00:00December 9th, 2016|Desire, Poetry|0 Comments

I've been writing a lot of poetry this fall. Poems, a wise friend told me, are the language of the divine. She suggested to read or write poems every day. This way we may tap into forces that help guide us as we muddle through our earthly dilemmas. One reason why we have these dilemmas [...]

18 09, 2016

Dandelion grief

By |2017-11-03T20:44:38+00:00September 18th, 2016|Fertility, Grief, Mothers, Pain, Poetry|0 Comments

When the tears have stopped, if only momentarily, and the cling wrap of your sadness stretches Just so that You can feel the reach of your ribs on the flight of your breath, pick up your dandelion grief and make a wish, or if that's out of question   Hold it into the wind and [...]

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