Eternity’s Love Song 

 Softly, softly,

You came creeping in

like summer breeze

moving curtains

softly, softly, as a feather

brushing lips, eternity’s kiss

this is Grace

I am your servant, here is my place

 

Hot like fire, glowing embers

of this heart catch light

my awareness

hot like fire, in your presence

feeling humble, like a giant

this is Life

I am your purpose,

You are my drive.

 

Sharp like razor blades, my weakness

seems to crucify

gently, gently doubt will vanish

feeling battered, peace is coming

this is Heart

You are the Whole and I am a part. 

 

Carla van Ommen (2006?) 

 

*****

 

“I KNOW THE WAY YOU CAN GET”

 

 I KNOW THE WAY YOU CAN GET WHEN YOU HAVE NOT HAD A DRINK OF LOVE:

YOUR FACE HARDENS, YOUR SWEET MUSCLES CRAMP, CHILDREN BECOME CONCERNED ABOUT A STRANGE LOOK THAT APPEARS IN YOUR EYES

WHICH EVEN BEGINS TO WORRY YOUR OWN MIRROR AND NOSE.

SQUIRRELS AND BIRDS SENSE YOUR SADNESS AND CALL AN IMPORTANT CONFERENCE IN A TALL TREE.

THEY DECIDE WHICH SECRET CODE TO CHANT TO HELP YOUR MIND AND SOUL.

EVEN ANGELS FEAR THAT BRAND OF MADNESS THAT ARRAYS ITSELF AGAINST THE WORLD

AND THROWS SHARP STONES AND SPEARS INTO THE INNOCENT AND INTO ONE'S SELF.

OH,  I KNOW THE WAY YOU CAN GET IF YOU HAVE NOT BEEN DRINKING LOVE:

YOU MIGHT RIP APART EVERY SENTENCE YOUR FRIENDS AND TEACHERS SAY,

LOOKING FOR HIDDEN CLAUSES. YOU MIGHT WEIGH EVERY WORD ON A SCALE LIKE A DEAD FISH.

YOU MIGHT PULL OUT A RULER TO MEASURE FROM EVERY ANGLE IN YOUR DARKNESS THE BEAUTIFUL DIMENSIONS OF A HEART YOU ONCE TRUSTED.

I KNOW THE WAY YOU CAN GET IF YOU HAVE NOT HAD A DRINK FROM LOVE'S HANDS.

THAT IS WHY ALL THE GREAT ONES SPEAK OF THE VITAL NEED TO KEEP REMEMBERING GOD,

SO YOU WILL COME TO KNOW AND SEE HIM AS BEING SO PLAYFUL AND WANTING,

JUST WANTING TO HELP.

 

THAT IS WHY HAFIZ SAYS:

BRING YOUR CUP NEAR ME. FOR ALL I CARE ABOUT IS QUENCHING YOUR THIRST FOR FREEDOM!

ALL A SANE MAN CAN EVER CARE ABOUT IS GIVING LOVE!”

― HAFIZ

 

*****

 

REASON

Let reason go.

For His light

burns reason up from head to foot.

If you wish to see that Face,

seek another eye.

The philosopher

with his two eyes sees double,

so is unable to see the unity of the Truth.

As His light burns up the angels,

even so does it consume reason.

As the light of our eyes is to the sun,

so is the light of reason to the Light of Lights.

 

By Mahmud Shabistari   (from The Secret Rose Garden)

English version by Florence Lederer

Original Language Persian/Farsi

*****

 

 

 

 

How’s Your Day Going?

by MaryBeth Scalice

How’s your day going?
Don’t give me that “fine” stuff.
Anyone can plainly see the world is bonkers.
I’m not asking about the insanity that wants to be seen.
I’m referring to the day you asked for
when you rose from the bed,
cheeks flushed pomegranate red
from things you did in dreams
in the full-mooned-night.
Who did you sleep with? Fear or Love?
Please don’t think I’m judging you.
Really just checking in to see how the
morning is unfolding.
Is it sweet with honey from your heart comb?
Or a slab of ego baloney?
Don’t be offended. Honestly,
my interest in your wellbeing
is interest in my own.
The kind of day you have,
the pal with which you choose to cruise,
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even this question, how’s your day going(?),
depends on a decision.
The decision for union.
Nothing at all . . . read my lips,
nothing can be decided alone.
Agreement is the cause of everything.
Yep! everything.
Agreeing itself is a powerful seeing.
What you agree upon you get.
Remember that quote from the Bible,
where two or more are gathered . . . ?
Relationship is Rule.
It is what we are.
It is how we create.
Can’t live even a moment unconnected, un-creative.
That’s the same as death.
Wow. look at all this flow from one simple inquiry.
Let’s flood the gate with another.
Whose queendom is the world for you today? (T-30.1:17 COA)
Speaking for my Self, it’s dawn kissed
with the promise of happiness.
Wouldn’t you agree?

 

MaryBeth Scalice, M.A., Ed.D., views her life as a living-breathing  poem of God. Many years ago, her heart opened, her listening deepened, the breath fell away, and divine union was realized. MaryBeth is a counselor, writer, and teacher trained in humanistic and transpersonal psychology. Her work integrates psychology with spirituality, offering transformational heart-centered therapies for health and self-realization. She created the Foundation of Open Hearts, and in 2019 published  'Write, Beloved, Write.'