O WHAT is this
That is the circle's bliss,
And ah! the heart's perdition
When it is gone

It cometh so,
Unseen, and goeth: let all know
Not flute and drum the reason be
Of ecstasy.

If I should die,
I bid you carry me
To where my love doth lie;
There let me be.

And if one kiss
On my cold lips she give,
Wonder not, that by this
Again I live.

As the essence that is mine to the all pervading sea,
Turneth, all my atoms shine in sublime resplendency.
On the road of Love, behold! like a candle I do blaze,
That one moment may enfold all the moments of my days.

He who alone did fashion thee in form so fair,
Alone will ne'er abandon thee with thy care.
But, in the house of images that is thy heart,
Two hundred comrades He will raise to ease thy smart.

Notes of third war

O God! that you are Creator of Mos'a and Pharaoh together with
That you can convert minor George(Bush) into a sparrow or a gator!
O God! that you created Satan from angel
And you pullout fire through the water.
You created Eve through the left flank of Adam
And, Osame bin Laden through the left flank of Bush.
O God! that you are Creator of Eggplant and United Nations!
Creator of Security Council and backgammon!.
I huntes for the your prophets miracles address.
O God! that you are Creator of Iraq and Washington together with.
That you set up Iraq as old civilization land.
And Washington as missile and buffalo land.
O God! that you are Creator of poem and childish orations of Presidents together with.
Say! that Poem and knots are right not Cluster bombs.
O God! that you are Creator of toweres from the petroleum.
O God! that you are Creator of Naseriya and Baghdad children from "Hanging Gardens" bone.
O God! that you are Creator of Stalin and Menachem Begin.
O God! that you are Creator of Marxes and Aawacses
That you hung Saddam over the Hammurabi land.
You placed King of Kuwait in the matchbox.
O God's the mass tombes of south Iraq!
Divert! From the Najaf's (vadi-al-salam) prophet Hood and prophet Saleh to us, with a miracle.
We are waiting for a miracle except petroleum.
Then O Arab's coffeehouses and water pipes , Onward! a few paces.
O Cabarets with your dancers ,Onward! a few paces.
O sleight of hand's matchbox ,who comes out wax and brush from that, Aback! a few paces.
O Ordoghan And goal in ninety minute , In friendly goal ,who put up at auction your sky ,Aback! a few paces.
Oh my god
what is (Modaffar al Navvab) writing now?
which poem has hiden in Mohammad Al-Maghut's coffee?
O God! that you are Creator of poem and Schiller
O God! that you are Creator of Khayyam and Hafiz and Goethe
O God! that you are Creator of Lorca and Neruda and Ritsos
What was happen if instead of Huntington and Tony Blair and Jack Straw ,
instead of Bush and Rumsfeld and Pauel ,
you had created an Eliot?
Or at least
you had created from the (Wasteland)'s cows
a sparrow or even a gator!

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At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love:
We are going to sky, who wants to come with us?
We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels,
And now we will go back there, for there is our country.
We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels:
Why not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty.
What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust?
Why have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place?
Luck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!...
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul.
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul.
How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?
No, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea, it is there that we dwell:
Otherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul?
The wave named 'Am I not your Lord' has come, it has broken the vessel of the body;
And when the vessel is broken, the vision comes back, and the union with Him.

I died from minerality and became vegetable;

And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.

I died from animality and became man.

Then why fear disappearance through death?

Next time I shall die

Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;

After that, soaring higher than angels -

What you cannot imagine,

I shall be that.

Make yourself free from self at one stroke!

Like a sword be without trace of soft iron;

Like a steel mirror, scour off all rust with contrition.

How did you get away?
You were the pet falcon of an old woman.
Did you hear the falcon-drum?
You were a drunken songbird put in with owls.
Did you smell the odor of a garden?
You got tired of sour fermenting
and left the tavern.

You went like an arrow to the target
from the bow of time and place.
The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way,
but you didn't go.
You became light and gave up wanting to be famous.
You don't worry about what you're going to eat,
so why buy an engraved belt?

I've heard of living at the center, but what about
leaving the center of the center?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become
the rare bird with one wing made of fear,
and one of hope. In autumn,
a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.

He Comes

He comes, a moon whose like the sky ne'er saw, awake or dreaming.
Crowned with eternal flame no flood can lay.
Lo, from the flagon of thy love, O Lord, my soul is swimming,
And ruined all my body's house of clay!

When first the Giver of the grape my lonely heart befriended,
Wine fired my bosom and my veins filled up;
But when his image all min eye possessed, a voice descended:
'Well done, O sovereign Wine and peerless Cup!'

Love's mighty arm from roof to base each dark abode is hewing,
Where chinks reluctant catch a golden ray.
My heart, when Love's sea of a sudden burst into its viewing,
Leaped headlong in, with 'Find me now who may!'

Be Lost in the Call

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.

Set me free

You decided long ago
To let Me find your deepest soul.
You given Me a private place.

To hold my fears and baby tears
Then somehow you let it fade away.
I know myself well, and I can tell
When I've been hiding something from Me.
Just let it go, let your thoughts flow

Let it bring you release.
I have come to breathe new life
Into the heart of a child.
I have come to lift me up,
To set me free, so I believe.

Like the frozen dream

I melt away with joy

as I hide my screams
I find myself in pain.

CHaNge

Its simple how quickly we fall

it happened so fast they say

lost in thoughts that hold us a prisoner to a single hope

that by chance we might not even survive

its hard to say when we lost the battle

but i cant remember us ever wining

so hard this life you hear everyone say

These cells and DNA that gave rise

to what came from flesh: YOU

stare at me and hold me

till pluto comes back again

we all make mistakes

Lost , yet confused enough

to be almost in some other dream

cant change whats around me

cant change whats inside of me

i do hope for change

The Message

I went to the pond
Hoping to see the reflection of my loneliness in the water
There was no water in the pond.
The fishes were saying:
"“It is not the trees’ fault at all.
It was a dry summer noon,
The bright flash of water, sat by the pond's edge
And the eagle of the sun dived down and lifted him up and up in the air.

To hell with our not reaching any oxygen from peace.
And the glitter has left our hopes to die all together.
Instead, that big light,
The reflection of that red carnation in the water
Confuses heart, if the wind was blowing,

would beat behind the layers of neglect,
was our eyes.
If you see God in the green Grape garden,
Make an effort and tell him that the fishes'’ pond is dry."”
The wind was going to visit the plane tree,
I was going to visit God.

Two Friends

Like two windows across from each other
We were aware of every quibbles of another
Everyday greetings and questions
Everyday an appointment for the next Laughter.

It was not the act of the sun,
Or the magic of the moon
Curse the voyage which has done this:

Now I am heart-broken and silent
'Cause one of the windows is closed.

The moment of visiting

The moment of visiting is near
Again, I am crazy and drunk
My hands are shaking and so is my heart
Again, it seems I am in another world.

Razor, don't carelessly scratch my face
Wind, don't mess up my hair

My heart! don't embarrass me
The moment of visiting is near.

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Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told with be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic's ear
the secret is no secret at all.

The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know
by reasoning.

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.

Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.

I swear, since seeing Your face,
the whole world is fraud and fantasy
The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds
can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.

A house of love with no limits,
a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,
a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.

LoversO lovers,

lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars.
Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us,

He asks why we travelers are asleep.
Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

Love is the Water of Life

Everything other than love for the most beautiful God
though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit?
To advance toward death without seizing
hold of the Water of Life.

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Today's the day for boldness, wounded heart.
In loving her, there's no room to be distant.
Whatever logic holds, put that aside.
Now's the time for madness, right this instant.

Though distance has broken hope's own back,
Though cruelty has tied desire's hands,
The drunken lover's heart will not give up.
The goal's in reach if you try hard enough.