Aquinas, avila, Eckhart, ecstasy, hafiz, Kabir, Meister Eckhart, Mira, Mirabai, pagan, Pennick, Rabia, Rumi, St. Francis, St. Francis of Assisi, St. John, St. John of the Cross, St. Teresa of Avila, St. Thomas Aquinas, Teresa, Tukaram, unity
Cross-quarter day: Beltane, May Day, Sixth Station of the Year/Kalends of May
This is one of the major Pagan Festivals of the year. It signified mystical union and the time when the plant is in full growth and in harmony with the environment.
— The Pagan Book Of Days, Nigel Pennick
The sane know contentment, for beauty is their lover, and beauty is never absent from this world.
— St. Teresa of Ávila
What Does Light Talk About? — St. Thomas Aquinas
When you recognize her beauty,
the eye applauds, the heart stands in an ovation,
and the tongue when she is near
is on its best behavior,
it speaks more like light.
What does light talk about?
I asked a plant once.
It said, “I am not sure,
but it makes me grow.”
Wring Out My Clothes — St. Francis of Assisi
Such love does
the sky now pour,
that whenever I stand in a field,
I have to wring out the light
when I get
They Can Be Like a Sun — St. John Of the Cross
They can be like a sun, words.
They can do for the heart
what light can
for a field.
Come to my bedroom — Mirabai
Come to my bedroom,
I’ve scattered fresh buds on the couch,
Perfumed my body.
Birth after birth I am your Lover,
Sleep only with you.
Mira’s Beloved does not perish
One glimpse of the Dark one
Is all she requests.
The Sky’s Sheets — St. Teresa of Ávila
When God touches me I clutch the sky’s
the way other
the earth’s weave
Any real ecstasy is a sign
you are moving
in the right
don’t let any prude tell
Always Kissing — Meister Eckhart
They are always kissing, they can’t
It is not possible
that any creature can have greater instincts
and perceptions than the
So I see it is true:
all objects in existence are
It Works — Rabia
Would you come if someone called you
by the wrong name?
I wept, because for years He did not enter my arms;
then one night I was told a
Perhaps the name you call God is
not really His, maybe it
is just an
I thought about this, and came up with a pet name
for my Beloved I never mention
All I can say is —
Belly Dancer — Rumi
Most poets are like a belly dancer
who never reveals anything below her waist —
I won’t tease you like that
for I love when your
On the Sabbath — St. Thomas Aquinas
On the Sabbath try and make no noise that
goes beyond your
Cries of passion between lovers
Only Pucker At Certain Moments? — Hafiz
Does God only pucker at certain moments
of one’s life?
He is the wildest of us
One Regret — Hafiz
One regret that I am determined no to have
when I am lying upon my
is that we did not kiss
Soon We May Be Kissing — Kabir
There is dew
on these poems in the morning,
and at night a cool breeze may rise from them.
In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim.
I like talking to you like this. Have you moved
a step closer?
Soon we may be
Maybe It Will Become Chic — Kabir
I was invited
to an important conference
where many learned men from different countries
were all going to address the topic
Where is God?
I was wearing my best clothes and had even fasted for a week,
hoping to sharpen my mind. Just before I was to leave though,
I felt powerfully drawn to a little shrine in my bedroom,
and I went there and knelt to pray.
I could not believe what happened:
Kali threw her arms around me and started tearing at my clothes,
then she started throwing delicious food into my mouth,
purposely missing several times it seemed,
to soil my pundit attire;
and then she made me perform many times as if I were her
husband; then she said, “Now, Kabir, don’t be LATE for that big talk,
and don’t change your clothes– I like that love-stained look;
maybe it will become chic?”
I arrived just as it was my turn to stand before this august crowd,
and apologized for my appearance.
“So: Where is God?,” the head of the conference says to me.
“Well (well, I stammered), if you really want to know the truth — if
you hurry — you might catch Her legs spread
back at my
I Get Dizzy — Mira
I can’t forget about love
for more than two
I get dizzy if I think about anything
but the way you pant
It’s the Shell Trick — Tukaram
It’s the old shell trick with a twist:
I saw God put Himself in one
of your pockets.
You are bound
If we came from God and live in this mortal life, then there’s a desire to go back to God. There’s always that draw there. — T.S.
This is a world of duality. Ecstatic love has a physical component to it when you’re existing in a world of duality. It isn’t about being embarrassed or shamed. It’s about being able to experience something that’s very remarkable. — T.S.