Words our friends and foes. As long as there will be words,dogmas, labels, recipients or contents and divisions in the mind, There will be no harmony. There will be no sweet surrender To the Truth for ever unrevealed To the Eye that is the Sight To the Knower that is the Known Forever bound to Ignorance Is being Human This is how the Universe Dances.

O Brother My heart suffers Not telling you all the beauty It sees As long as songswill be made of words Will ears remain blind To the Divine The hands that caress The gold of existence Cannot see it The Gold is the Sight And it is the Eye Go see for yourself What is invisible!

When the Divine Has left your Heart You will find He left A note This note says: “The truth remains” And what is this truth? That the Divine never is away So tell me, friend: What is the use of this poem?

Ask me about the world. I will answer this: “It is just water in water”

There are seemingly three forces driving us towards the Universe: The inherent will (the desire to know the Universe) The transcendent love (the acceptance of the Universe) The immanent wisdom (the clear seeing of the Universe) But those three forces only are here to bring about the following realisation: I am the Universe

True Love Is the only key That will open Your Heart To the Divine

One can walk on many paths In a lifetime But the experimented traveler Chooses for the path Of Infinite!

O guest of the Divine You come to His home, Wear His garments And eat His food, Befriend His friends And dance in His garden, Giving love to His daughters. And after all these years You haven’t yet Come to Thank Him!

Hollow! Hollow you were made! But you keep filling up With your Self How can you hear the Song If you do not let the Divine Spirit Blow through your head As in a flute?

The Friend offered me once A cup of his divine wine I said: “I am afraid I cannot accept See: I must keep my mind clear To recognise the friend From the foe” He laughed and said: “Why? I am both one and the other!” Thus we drank together and danced On His Music The day after, I met both Friends and foes And to all I was kind, Sharing this wine Which would not let go Of my lips

Once Someone asked me If I believed in Magic I just burst in laughter Saying: “As if All This Was not magic already!”

The very Universe is action And so you are what you seek. Surrendering yourself to the Universe Is surrendering to Reality, Surrendering to the Here And the Now. Seek therefore Reality, And not illusion Or you may become illusion Yourself

Let’s share our breadMy companion!Let me taste your Heart!I am only too happyTo see He gave youYet another of HisDelicious recipes!

The Divine will never be tamed Hands cannot catch Him Thoughts cannot catch Him It is the Heart only That will reveal His lair

You surely have missed The best poem i wrote For it contains No Word How could I indeed Tell you the Truth When all we know is Our little truth? How could the infinite Be held in any word? The only Poem i know That can tell you all About It Has been written By the Great Poet Himself I have, Unfortunately, Not enough ink in my pen To write it here for you

At the beginning of the World, Men were given a double-sided knife As sharp as an I Some cut a piece of God And say: “It’s mine” Some cut their friends And say: “You are not God” Now stop this slaughter! Give back What-Is-Not-Yours! This knife was meant To kill Your Self

It is true, The Bible, Qu’ran, The Gitas, Upanishads And all these holy scriptures, Can teach us many things But it is really by reading All these Hearts We shall learn the most.

The best thing That can happen to the Traveller Is to get lost Because he has seen people Crying When rain falls And has seen other people Dancing joyfully Under It

I have seen The Infinite With my own eyes ... Not all of it Though

In this existence, I see each second like a new life. So why wait? You can reincarnate into something Beautiful Right now!

Allah Is the hand We Are the fingers

We all are prophets. Who, if not He Whom you call “God” Has placed these words In your Heart?

You speak of Night When I speak of Day While really Allah-of-Thousand-Hands Holds us as Qalams Writing about Today

You speak of Night When I speak of Day While really Allah-of-Thousand-Hands Holds us as Qalams Writing about Today

A gloden key Falls on the ground Its chime sounds a “Yes” I pick it up And open my heart. Dreams smile A thank you smile “Now let me show you something” Says one of them As it grabs me With its paw And fly us Away

My heart shred open and cried: “Let me love you!” I told him: “Never again will you need to cry like this.” Today, On a red sea we sail And when he shouts: “We go kiss the Moon!” I answer: “Aye Captain!”

My heart, So little, Is full of secrets

As I wander in His garden Leaving my thoughts in the play-yard I see Him here and there, Everywhere So I stop And say to this Tree: “You are really incredible!” For all answer He gives me A curl I stick on the corner of my mouth And bear it proudly As I wander again

The little fire Steps in joyously Just as the Beloved Told Her In her eyes of ember I see Him laughing And roaring: Did you forget about Me ?

Kavi writes Our names In a book he calls The Gift His eyes Filled with thousand lights Keep looking at his work And he says: “Whatever word I may write, It always turns into this same one: L o v e ”

I am a word And eyes pass by Me This Story makes no sense

Teachers are playful and tricky One of them I always thought was an enemy Until the day he said: “You see Benjamin, All this weeping on beautiful days Was necessary: I had to show you What I don’t want you to be” I had not realised then He had my name And looked exactly like me Teachers are playful and tricky When I meet one of my enemies I now always ask If he does not happen to be One of those great teachers

The Sun and I had a little talk. He said: “You see Benjamin, My Lover is the Moon And I don’t seem to understand her: She keeps changing, always coming and going…” So I told him: “Then we have something in common: Our Lover is a mysterious one Making of this world a magic night, We stare in silent awe. For Her we remain shining, Even if clouds of uncertainty pass by, Even if She journeys afar, She knows where to find us, Shining and singing Her Beauty” The Sun and I have something in common: Never do we forget the one we Love

Love has been put on this Earth, To disturb those who get too close, To understanding Why! Did you think you would Win this game So easily?

I have always wondered why those seers, Prophets and Sages Have never asked themselves: “How could any book, any law or words Explain what has no rule?” What is this (non)-sense? Why put order in chaos? Why reasoning about Love? Existence is really all but order, So put your pen down, Benjamin And go do your dance

Even for those who close their eyes, The Sun keeps shining

The Distance

How far do I need to be
To be far away from you?

If it means not seeing you,
Then let me close my eyes

If it means not touching you,
The let me tie my hands

If it means not hearing you,
Then let me put wax in my ears

No,
To be far away is living a second
Without loving you.

The Friend

Because of Love I cried,
So he cried with me.

Because of this cry I laughed,
So he laughed with me.

The Apple

The day I came back from the Desert,
My friend wanted to prepare a great feast
For me

Only, he didn’t know how to prepare such a meal
And let it burn.
All of it!

He didn’t know either the old apple
He gave me, confusingly,
Could then be so tasty

So I had to tell him all about This
To help his tears
Smiling at me

The Man keeps beating the Donkey, To make it leap forward While the Donkey, confused, Knows there is Nowhere to go

The Great Friend is playing A piece of You and Me. He definitely has come In Her disguise And is now the main actor In my theatre She plays her part so well, I have now forgotten My line…

I never believed in the word: God Until I wrote these lines.

Who told you Life Is about being serious? It is rather a great game, And the rules are very simple: 1. Dig your toes in the mud, 2. Spread your wings in the air, 3. Jump into the fresh waters 4. Smile to the Sky 5. And love. Come play with me?

When fear covers The smile of the Moon I know it is time for me to take a nap In the secure lap of the Friend

If you find it so dark, Why not Light up a candle And make this place A bit brighter?

Snakes can only run away Or bite Fearful ones have Neither legs to stand up, Nor arms to fight Hence we always approach them With small steps, Careful and light Not to frighten them

I give up. I give up all i have. The best gift is that of Existence and i unfold as a blossom. Everything falls into place. Love and Life are one and a same thing. I am a gem through which shines Life. My soul is burning as it should, I am a Child of Men, dancing an loving.

One is ever oneself. One cannot not be oneself. There is only reality. The unreal never is. There is no need for philosophy, there is no need to know what choice is best, because there is only one choice: the one which is chosen. And yet it happens, because it cannot be otherwise, since our sight is our very blindness. And Ouroboros will keep on eating its tail.

The world has been given to me, yet I own nothing.

I am so small