Friday, December 31, 2010

Say Who I Am (2)

The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark off a stone, a flickering in metal.

Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.

Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence,

the lift and the falling away.
What is and what isn't.

You who know Jelaluddin,
you the one in all,

say who I am.
Say I am you.


who said...

Jala luddin's
nows nouns box
resembling the layers of Trident

why are me
who are you
said I was told to
Lee clock middle C
Locke J. too shy
to make three
sister's are the owners
Genii's of genius the charts
Harts' to charm all of hearts
yet I'll never know when or if
theres a two or three to each atree
I see six with the e instead of I
not counting shadow's of V
two pairs of one more the two
or three pairs one less than three
more L'amour more L'amour
yes you are not unlike me
she's us

who said...

I never understood why that punk Rumi like to poke fun at me, If you ever come across any soup sufi ghosts dirty as DUM, Ruthi promise you'll deliver my message,

Payback's a Bad Mother Effigy but Fun when it's LOVE and He's Lucky it's so close to 2013 and I already have two strikes 3 fouls and no....scratching two balls


full count, well, *almost* not quite cause not 3 but two, 2 testimonies to bare to two sisters

(just kidding Don, Thank You Mr. Mowry, you are as kind as your wife)

Thank you Don and Ruth, written and inspired countless beautiful poems

~dusti (and that punk twin dusty wrote otra levante poem)