Dear Soul

Dear soul, when the condition comes

that we call being a lover,

there's no patience, and no repenting.

Both become huge absurdities. See regret

as a worm and love as a dragon.

Shame, changeable weather. Love,

a quality which wants nothing.

For this kind of lover love

of anything or anyone is unreal.

Here, the source

and object are one.

Gamble everything for love,

if you're a true human being.

If not, leave

this gathering.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach

into majesty. You set out

to find God, but then you keep

stopping for long periods

at meanspirited roadhouses.

Possible, yes.  I've read many a seafarer's blogs. But aside from that one post, it just didn't take precedence over what was happening before us and to us.  More to follow.

We will soon be embarking on our filming adventure into the world of Sufism in Senegal and then Turkey. Look for our blog updates as our stories develop. . .