“Two thousand Sufi poets assembled in Baghdad last nightBullets, rockets and granades flyingAllah heard only their wine voicesBursting in a fireball straight to ParadiseBombs and explosivesIlluminated the shame for an instantBefore sinking suddenly to earthEchoes of their words seep through wounds”
“Shame, however, was what I felt seeping through me as though it stained my white bones black.”
“One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.”
“The poet, like the lover, is a menace on the assembly line.”
“The Sufi way is through knowledge and practice, not through intellect and talk.”
“Always be straight with flexibility and positive; it is medicine for two, first for your in health and second your wounded enemy.”