“He who depends upon his eyes for sight, his ears for hearing and his mouth for speech, he is still dead.” Hazrat Inayat Khan
You who are the eye of my eyes
what I hear has first been heard by you.
You speak in tongues for the living and the dead.
I am only a ghost
come back to tell the living they can never die.
I came here to know the Fire as a wife knows her husband.
Our legs tangled in each others’ like the roots of a flame tree
and all our leaves burning.
Now your hands feel in the dark for mine but I am gone
where smoke goes.
We come here to cry, to bathe in this gulf of spilled tears
and to swallow the salt we are swimming in.
Everything in this world tastes of blood.
Now all my friends are like sparrows and the moon is white as wonder bread.
Our wings go on beating against the light.
I tell you there is a kind of dancing here
just not the kind the rich pay good money for.