“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 became tangled in each others’ like the roots of a flame tree
and all our leaves were burning.
Now your hands go on feeling in the dark for me but I am gone
where smoke goes.
I came here to cry.
I came to bathe in this gulf of spilled tears
to swallow the salt we are swimming in.
Everything here tastes like blood.
All my friends are sparrows and the moon is white as wonder bread.
Our wings go on beating against that light.
I tell you there is a kind of dancing here
just not the kind the rich will pay good money for.