This is God. On the highest of highs through the gulf of a tomb, (This is God.) I’m on top of the worlds born of mind, spirit, womb. I am not. Now the bubble has burst, there is nothing but sea: This is God. I’m as drowned in His kiss as the bud in her bloom. I’m in Love. All the pain in my heart’s disappeared like a dream: This is God. I am dead to the worlds and awake to my swoon. I am Him. Now the primal beloved and lover are one: This is God. I’ve become Who I journeyed towards and from Whom. Oh my love! He’s embraced me and brought me at last to himself: This is God. Now I see there is only my Self in his room. I’m the soul. “There’s no dark where there’s light, no unknown where one knows.” This is God. Little mind has been razed with its search and its gloom. O my God! You’re beyond the beyond but you’re found on the Earth. This is Me, All in All, in the flesh: this perfection, this Home.

"My heart sought … a pearl beyond the shell of existence and time....." (Hafiz) I catch your eye out of space-time, a breathless poise out of mind; A pearl I lost and have long sought, but never dreamed I could find. "My heart sought … a pearl beyond the shell of existence and time....." I dance with you in my mind’s eye, and pour a rose for your mouth, Or sip your kiss at a drunk's bar where vision comes to the blind. "My heart sought … a pearl beyond the shell of existence and time....." This love that draws me is so true, I lose my grip on the false: It calls my heart from a jungle where lovers hunt but don’t find. "My heart sought … a pearl beyond the shell of existence and time....." (Hafiz) This love that draws me is so true, my heart is aching to steal A pearl for you from my life's shell, a nightingale from the wind. "My heart sought … a pearl beyond the shell of existence and time....." This love that draws me is so true, a heavenly moon in June And bunch of red roses comes calling; I want to leave me behind.

My days are lost in not doing the doing I still want to do. If love could be my un-doing, my 'not' being love could unwind. O love, your morning is so bright, 'I love you' loses its 'I' And 'you' in long nights of longing, my blazed Eye leading the blind... Faith, give this Who-Man, this Whither from Maybe, inspiration. Love’s ailing craft tardis-drones in its base like a dying swan “Earth has been Wasted,” the Wounded King twitters, “the Grail removed Deep into Inner Space, angels retreating from mass destruction.” “Find me the Grail and the Earth will be Saved,” the Grail Maiden sighs, Dying, “and I’ll be your May Queen forever.” “All else is vacuum.” Death croaks my Name: he’ll engrave it in Hell’s grinning Gate, DEATH THE FINAL FRONTIER. “But Love is the I’s uncreation.” "Ego’s the aggregate of ages of ignorant action Dying to Love," tweets a Love that evolves Involution. “Who? who are you?” jabs your talon…“I’m Nothing, without loving You. All I am’s what I do and can’t undo to unbecome.” Cloaking daggers, my spying cuck-Who’s little ‘I’ is so Deep under cover his original mission’s forgotten. Whistles blow, “Dance off your seven-veils in a do-or-die underworld Thrilling romance of divinest Whodunnit detection.” “Who!!! Who!!!” as platforms are lashed into bubbles by Biblical Rain, “Find Nirvana from Auschwitz!!!” You Whooot through the station. credits

1. Hell Mouth (traditionally an anus) This Not, this Not, this Not, this Not, this Not that only Love dares to tease undone "In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a dismal wood, astray. Now was the day departing and the night en-browned with shadows. As fall off the light autumnal leaves, one still another following, so Adam's evil brood cast themselves. Through me you enter eternal pain. Abandon all hope ye who enter here." (Dante) (Station announcements as listed here or dispersed across the following track) The 007 to Bliss has been cancelled, The 007 to Bliss has been cancelled. There is a replacement Dis service to the Fundamental-Hospital and a private-I'd Dis-pensary on every corner. The Night Train -CALLING AT DIS ENTRY, DIS PEPSIA, DIS TENDED, DIS FUNCTION, DIS GRACE, DIS RESPECT, DIS AGREEMENT, DIS COURAGE, DIS TRUCTION, DISOMER MURDERS, DIS SEMBLE, DIS CEIT, DIS ASTER, DIS PAIR, DIS BELIEF, DIS ORDER, DIS STOPIA, , DIS TEMPER, DIS GUSTING, SUBWAY, DIS Mouth Folk Festival, Endless Scheidt on Radio 3; the Head Orifice of the Dis-Servative Party and the Headache Q of O HELL Magazine. Dis-cend here for Depths of Profound Ditty; the Farewell Dis-appearance of Frank Sin and the Ego-Pivoting Dis-co. (The Dis Pleasure Dome, Dis Quiet, Dis Comfort, Dis Spite, the Dis Self Unemployment Exchange; The Slough of Dis Pond, Khyber Backpass; CHARYBDISPUTATION, Hell City FC (‘Going down, going down, going down) DIS SPOIL, DIS UNION, DIS TRUST, DIS CORD...) 2. Hell Central (ghazal) The night train West voids a soiled brown note and leaves the downfall station; Goodbye Cruel World - I trust you received THIS communication? The Zoo-break heart-freeze sin-beasts of Dante shadow the Circle Line, Paddle up shit creeks out in the Styx to Dis-on-Vacation. Spine-chilling out dark half glasses of Daily Hell, Bank Holiday Messiahs Dis-May my heart; Dis Troy, dim Dante’s Vision. Blind scentless furies and self Dis-abusers hawk heart Dis-ease As the Dis Mall burns: Dis-balled Cinderellas; Dis-simulations. God save me from my Dis-tinted spectacles’ bewitching Bewildering shadows of Dis-appointment Dis-guised as Eden. God save me from Dis-consolation Dis-course; Fifty Shades Of Grave; the pinched shrill of Avant-God; this don't-know-'Who' we are from Adam. The name is Bond. Adam in a Bond. The actor who can’t go on. Wash off this do-do, Not this Not this, this suicide mission. Hell isn’t other people…….It’s ourselves, our self-fulfilling Cock-up conspiracy clouds; our I-land’s alien nation. Marx says to do is to be; Sartre to be is to do, Sinatra Do be do be do this ‘Not’ only Love dares to tease undone. WHO to do or not to do? to be or not to be? Who’s that At the tunnel’s end? Death (Love?). I embrace your oblivion. Don't shoot! Bang! Right through the hole in the heart. Who dares to love? Dr Who Am I: I dare Lt O Who Ru: I dare Who are YOU? Dr: pilot, from the West. Lt :, navigator, from the East. Whom do you serve? Dr. I serve the Avatar. Lt. I serve the Avatar. Who dares serve the Avatar...Kill them! Reg Blarney: Well hello there astro-knight grail questers. I'm afraid that owing to a suicide on the line, the Night Train to Dis has stalled, buttoning to an arrangement we have with the managers of the second heaven, which as you know is just heaven in reverse, if you'll just accept the inner microscopes we're giving out, and look inside yourselves, you'll see the heaven you might have had if you hadn't jus all been such naughty girls and boys. So, here it is, starring the drop dead gorgeous Helen Heaven the inner flight movie- 3. Helen Heaven (inner flight movie) (ghazal) How can I tell you last night in the tavern unsteady as I was, Great glad tidings were bright to me by the angel of the hidden world? (Hafiz.) A Roman candle – both ends – a seized handful of lightning, She fires through the heavens like light streams off an angel’s wing. So mighty and subtle, a charge off of yin and yang, The craft’s me, and I’m her: love-fuelled, she flies to every whim. The Maimed King’s white-robed daughter, her eyes red with strange desire, Steers dreamland below – wakes life from dead Earth - by wishing. Above dreams, I see hereafter’s warp-speed joy and pain: trance Of soul-sending bliss; agony of sins’ un-thinking. Six hundred and sixty six rockets shoot over like stars: Flight paths clear of congestion and endless delaying. It’s not sober in heaven, Calypso measures pour down; Pure spirit unstopped by flesh; wild uncorporate singing. I’ve pub-crawled from the plane into this heavenly city, Tavern drinking to an Absent Friend I should be meeting. (Stuck. A Catherine Wheelspin Lotus to Nowhere. Fast. I’ve stalled The mission, the Earth and its peril, the Master’s calling.) “O God-dazzled, leave this dream, which is heavenly shadow Of Grail light, and follow Me where such wish-life is nothing.”... Debt-ridden sinners redeem themselves in galloping hells: Last Trump! Thick sins in deep shit, thin in shallow - below my high living. 4. Dis End Leading To Hell Bottom Dis End. The Night Train terminates here. No change for the wicked or rest for the damned. Solidified might, past-imperfect as is. Birth of the deadliest thing on the planet, The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis. Damn all these currents of feeling that kiss And wear me, so much, with their wetness, or grit, Solidified might, past-imperfect as is. Silence, a stare, are my anaesthetists. I freeze out pressure, heat. I won’t admit The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis. Sunshine, tears, won’t melt my heart like Ice’s, I’m dead hard. Whatever moves, I’ll kill it, Solidified might, past-imperfect as is. I went to pieces once; perhaps round this More grainy core, less brittle, I can fit The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis. Made of dead reactions, buried stresses, Grist to milling Earth, I’ll never quit Solidified might, past-imperfect as is. The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis. Staff announcement. The skeleton crew should remain on board until a ghost train can be found to return ye to your underground stations- - Suicides and sewage workers joining the Night Train yer from the Valley of Shadow of Death should expect long delays as the River Ycheron is experiencing a flood of effluents owing to the supernatural antics of Kuber on Heaven 002. - All other bad ass souls should now proceed to Eden 000 for the fitting of the Love Suit and then board the Astral Plane as tis ready to leave. The Garden of Eden - your next station stop! (The rest of ye - tea break's over. Get back on your heads!) © Gareth Calway 2016 in garethcalway.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/6-degrees-of-separation-7-degrees-of.htm

"We have now completed our Dis-sent from Hell -001 to Hell -006 the six degrees of separation from God and each other. Do take a few precious moments to enjoy this achievement and spare a thought for the last pilgrim voyager to achieve the feat, Andante Alighieri, who made the entire epic journey on foot, give or take a short boat ride across the Styx and then had to endure an invented Purgatorio in what we now know are the mountain ranges under the frozen wastes of Antarctica before peaking at launchpad Eden. His geography was 'fredo' but his heart was in the right place. But that's enough mediaeval and we are still only at Hell Bottom, the bottom line of our sub-humanity. We must now break its petrified super-ass (the stone floor of hell) the solidified might of all we ever done or been. Only Love has the energy to do this. There will be considerable turbulence and it may help to orientate passengers to picture our inner space shuttle emerging at the antipodes, divining beneath our hell depths to our truly human being, which simultaneously soaring towards heaven like the heart of a young girl in love. E quince uscimmo e riveter le Estelle. We emerge once more under the stars." And when you gave, then turned away, your ocean eyes, I knew My heart would break in waves there on the rocks of losing you. I didn’t ask for this; I only breathed without belief Unconscious idle prayers: I never dreamed you’d make them true. My life’s in ruins now; I can’t go home, nor to your door: In bar and hermit chapel, all I taste is missing you. I talk about you all the time and think I’ve made some sense But if my words can’t bring you near....what good can they do? My days were full of waiting for your Christ feet at my door. They’re empty now the dove in hand is just the bird that flew. You touched me once; I closed my eyes; your warmth was like a fire; I let it smoulder gently: now it blasts my heart in two. O lover, don’t complain, “this never lost is never found” The world will think you’re crazy and besides it’s kind of true. * Well I guess we better get the Love Suit on, O Who Ru. It s Purgatory getting it to fit, Dr. Ah! I stand up – and straighten, show backbone and nerve Like a human, breathe oxygen, swivel and swerve. But this suit is unearthly, plays tricks with my brain, Only Judo Islamic Christ Love-Zen will serve. And the training is purgatory, flesh is not fixed; I’m a gay-straight, man-woman, black-Eskimo Serb. I’m the Wandering Who at the bottom of hell. I can’t Adam and Eve how my crossovers curve. In this Inner Space love-suit, this Onesie fits All, My identity shell cracks and heart hits a nerve. Human being’s the grave-bed of wanting doing; Love its flower and fragrance, lift off and surge. Now I climb up this launch pad I’ve built for my craft On this dying blue planet I’m pledged to conserve. Middle wayfaring pilot, you’re programmed to fly Seven planes to a love star no ‘I’ can observe.

(Unheard announcement from the Hafiz Flight Guide, as performed in the stage show: "Welcome to the Last Flight To Heaven. If you go as Christ to the sky clothed in simple purity then your light shall rise and become as a hundred rays connect to the sun. Safety procedures. There are no safety procedures. God protect your mark of beauty from the Evil Eye’s effect. By that beauty the moon and sun are held in check. We are now about to take off for Manonash, which is the annihilation of the self, so please unfasten your seatbelts and hold on to your partner as we go through the six degrees of separation towards the seven degrees of love. Though the deluge shall arrive and threaten everything alive, Hafiz is there to be your guide and see you through the typhoon’s eye. Despair not.")... "The Last Flight To Heaven!" "Your boarding pass, Sir." "I'm the pilot!" "Who?" "Yes!" "Final call for the Last Flight to heaven!" "O Who Ru! What's a bright girl like you doing being a Persian Air Stewardess?" "Don't be fooled by appearances- " "Thunder and lightning is blasting Creation, a steam roller hitting The deck but my Eye of the storm is your safe haven" "I was NASA's top astronaut but the boys upstairs wouldn't let women fly moon missions. We might make love with Venus instead of war on Mars. "Last call for the Last Flight to heaven!" "Heavenly vessels can ferry the stars but my true lovers Mend and make do, wing and pray this old bus of a hurricane." "What are you doing here, Dr?" "Oh I'm just getting away from myself to find it All...." So I death-plunge to a black hole, in a wild spin, out of space, With my mind jazd, but my heart stays on its flight path to your Face. Crossing dream land’s timeless rainbow which my Earth-eyes sweep for gold: Wept effulgence of the star-cheeked, laughing gas tears, of your Face. I’m absorbing unabsorbed-in astral heaven’s purple haze, Passing fairs’ kaleidoscopic of my shadows on your Face. I pass ghost-ships on my wild wings lifting dream-high, stellar-fast, Over planets tipped at light-speed down the bright planes of your Face... O Kaleidoscope in Love-fall, O bright tunnel’s Lighted end, Trust this sixth sense hyper-realing round the five Oned by that Face. © Gareth Calway 2017 published by Sheriar (the ghazal as 'Starry Eyed) in garethcalway.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/6-degrees-of-separation-7-degrees-of.htm

Kas nadnist kih manzilgah-I-maqsud kujast In qadar hast kih bang-jarasi miayad (Hafiz) *Where the real dwelling of the Divine Beloved is, is not clear Only that I hear the sound of bells (from the travelling caravans)” Such celestial music! Are we dreaming, like those sleepwalkers? Yes. But we’re awake. We are our dreams come true. So- this is the uniform of my dreams? Yes. Because you like to be in control! But you like me in it? You’re my dream girl! Is that a bell or my heart ringing? Where are we? Oh, it’s a school! And you’re my dream teacher! Let the lesson begin! The divinest new teacher has come to our school. In a swirling of stars, I eclipse every rule. As his brilliant dark look unblinds my mind's eye To his heart-piercing question, I glow like a fool. I am deaf to the end of his first lesson bell; All the bells in my heart are in tune with his call. I’m as deaf to the world as love’s wonderstruck bell Swung to heaven by Krishna and dying to fall. I must hand him my pages of error and shame With the angels a choir in my ears, high and cool. Though you're dazed by my radiance: striking its chord Is his liturgy ‘Love is the key to it all.’ I am deaf to the end of his first lesson bell; All the bells in my heart are in tune with his call. I’m as deaf to the world as love’s wonderstruck bell Swung to heaven by Krishna and dying to fall. To just drift through these corridors - echoing, bright - Where his presence has lingered, is blissful, is cruel. “Loving far-sighted Pupil, distracted, see Me.” And his laser cuts straight to my heart, like a jewel. I am deaf to the end of his first lesson bell; All the bells in my heart are in tune with his call. I’m as deaf to the world as love’s wonderstruck bell Swung to heaven by Krishna and dying to fall. © Gareth Calway 2016 published in the Sheriar Press volume http://garethcalway.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/6-degrees-of-separation-7-degrees-of.html

Through a thousand years I've loved Him more and more, Now his fresh white rose is all I’m breathing for. On a breathless trail, my nose for grossness lost, On these blazing scents, I burn to reach His core. Just to think of Him unlocks our love’s perfume, Makes the pure light clear and tunes me to the score. Now the ruined choir of faith, it springs to life. "This is love!" he beams, "which nothing can ignore." Ah! his Satellite re-navigates my car Ah! my I-pod blows as main-lane engines roar. All the power from His ring I hold in hand, Through the fine torn veil my eyes are burned the more. Novice, feed this pealing kiss, this heaven fire And let Now's fine essence linger, ever more…

Zeus serves notice, via Hermes, I can mind-read his no show: “Earth’s off axis, mind wreaks chaos, and it mocks gods’ control!! “Man-made death-tides, quakes, winds, burn-outs, heat, light, sound – once all Neptune-swayed, magic-spelled, angel-buttressed: now they blow. “Past my epoch, my four cycles, a million years Hurling thunderbolts and miracles, I let it go. "Gone my long reign and its vapour’s subtle shape-shifting Cloud; Breath of God’s shadow falling as rain, my own shadow. “King of angels, I, yet angels and gods looking down Pray for low birth to ascend where we high spirits go. “Man yet king god, I return to the earth as a star; Raise the standard of what men may become, the hero. “Man and not god, with my lightning confined in a sword, Earthed, to die there like a man, pass the third heaven so. “Like St Michael, ageless angel, took one lifetime as a man To be God the day his body died, so let me below...” Oh, beloved, do not offer me that bliss of the gods: Three hundred and thirty million angels who bow. I, who loved you in dark exile on the Earth for one smile; Power over power: where even angels fear to go. “Shipwrecked Angel, flight deck sinking, high Olympus in flood, Aim your love-Ark at a peak where the archangels would know. From Olympus, love must wing down, past a harp chord in a cloud Of some cheap scent, past a dreamland, to this child’s play, to have worth. © Gareth Calway 2016. Published in the Sheriar book detailed here: http://garethcalway.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/6-degrees-of-separation-7-degrees-of.html

Tu dastgu shu ay khizr I pay khujastih, kih man Piyadih miravam o hamrahan savaranand (Hafiz) “O august master, lead me by the hand because I am traversing the Path on foot (helplessly) as compared with other companions who are riding along it.” This is the highest I’ve ever been. Look! - all the kingdoms of the three worlds. And they’re all mine! Careful, that’s Khuber talking. The possessor of all riches. Whoo! WHOOP! … Who’s that goon flagging me down? The archangel Michael. Saving you from yourself. Ha! I’m Omnipotent, the sun of morning. Everything I see is a mirror of my glory. What can Old Michael do? Send his minions to turn me to stone? Yes. Like Perseus out-snaked the Medusa. He’s holding that mirror. You’re a troll looking at the sun.... "Do not try to conquer others; conquer yourself and you will have conquered the world." (Meher Baba) Mortal blitzgrieg’s a mere shadow of my splendour but above More than Pure Will’s Look of Thunder, Lash of Lightning, is our Love. “Do not once,” warned my beloved, “try to conquer other selves. If you conquer yours, you’ve conquered there the whole world in my Love.” On a sword-edge bridge of thought deeds - to my Love’s wish or my own: All the power of my glory; all the sweet fire of his Love. In a dark night, He has left me crying blindly for his glare: Turn the hell-scorch of this longing to the blazed pain of our Love! In an agony of passion I could smash worlds into dust. All my flash mind is exploding, in the space void of his Love.

Oh Hafiz, if you desire the divine presence, then do not allow yourself to be absent (Hafiz) Fiery Light, uneclipsed, fills the sky Thought unclouded now fixes my Eye. Even Lucifer out-thought by this: Power’s weakness is blown in the mind. Realisation, the sight of Bliss, Unchecked and fall-free once divined. Mysteries are explained in a flash, Let Omega be Alpha, X, Y! Conceiving the First in the Last, God’s endless beginning and why. Not the Gnosis itself, the Gnostic: All that’s thought, bad and good, low and high. Not the Infinite singer, the music: Dis this turbulent Bliss and you’ll fry. The original OMMMMM MY GOD torch song For a First Grand Mort that can’t die. Cruising Mind Control, seer of signs, Math magician, the sky in the Pi. Meeting parallel universe lines: Sin agreement: keep Kuber Ji High! OMMMMMMtorway to a vast city-plane; Mind consumed in Soul’s melody. In a far land where my thoughts throng by like strangers, I’m at home: Every dirt track, every silk step over marble, is His own. There are twinned queues for his rich port, endless pulped forms left to fill: Lovers’ thin bribes, like the beggared, seek a short cut to His dome. To his doorway, I’m delivered by a rickshaw driven blind; To His candle, in His still room, where all thoughts fly, I have flown. All unravelled in His presence, all the heavens in a thought; I am sight-drunk on the soul-bliss of the vision He has shown. All this heartland made of cracked crags, which his ‘slaves' heave up the hill, Every thought-bloom, all this love-light in my mind’s Eye, he has sown. Were he Lord Ram, though his blood-foe, for his Sita I would die Like King Ravana’s bold sister, wait an epoch for my groom. Were he Albert, come to pay back all the love-dues Rama owed, As Victoria, for that lost groom, in a grave dress I would moan. Humming mantrum, Om and Empress of the thought world, hear his song: “Do not seek, child, it’s your own veil, like a cobweb, must be blown!” Shining Eye you’re half closed to the shadow Half unblinded by love’s certainty.

(spoken) This Face that burns upon my Eye in searing fiery gale: More clear than any seen on Earth or heavenward trail. The Lancelot shot down in flames, the highest craft of all: Conception deconstructed lifting Guinevere’s veil. ‘I see your face in everything, but cannot leap the gulf Between belief in what I see and being what I fail.’ It’s Leila’s never-ending I-consuming parted love For Majnu, her sole bleeding where his sole trod upon a nail. He feels his wreck in her, a bliss that pierces his heart And bleeds from hers like wounds of Passion’s holiest nail. The agony of longing long, the ecstasy of pain In hearts that See their grail through golden bars of a gaol! Your Sun is Everything and there is nothing that is not the Sun: My black hole All-consumed in one whole - yet shadows prevail. In sainted flames of love, with nothing else it can see It burns away in grief, this Eye that can’t have the Grail. O Heart of Hearts, her Absent Heart is All to you now. She’s in the Seventh Sun, where Lovers leap and visions...fail Ma darpiyalih ak-i rukh-i yar didih im Ay bikhabar zi lazzat-i shurb-i mudam-i ma (Hafiz.) translated as- 'We have seen the face of the Beloved reflected in the (heart's) cup O ignorant one, no notion have you of the bliss we imbibe therefrom.' (sung) Seeing is believing : glimpsed in youth my Love-sick Mazdah Seen now dancing slim and strong at dawn in shining sadra. Everywhere in everything and endlessly I see Him Face to childlike mirrored face who calls me now his Radha. No desire or energy or thought or trial exists now. Only His in whom I feel and breathe and am my Master. Archangelic heart to hearts, His hands as quick as feeling Close my eyes to slower worlds: His larks lift spirit’s purdah. Manhood wrecked with fasts and burdens, sacrifice, and service, Pangs of separation – borrowed – God could work no harder. Skyward-staring, fractured-limbed, in agony, He’s waving, “Help my darling first,” – the purest feeling, mind’s un-masker. Eye to Eye now, reading “One not we”, his feet I’m pressing. Cuttings, curls, His silenced seed of withered joys I garner. Heart of hearts, this lonely grief, these flames of lover’s longing Finely veil you, and your opened Eye’s the All-Outsider. (sung) This Face that burns upon my Eye in searing fiery gale: More clear than any seen on Earth or heavenward trail. The Lancelot shot down in flames, the highest craft of all: Conception deconstructed lifting Guinevere’s veil. ‘I see your Face in everything, but cannot leap the gulf Between belief in what I see and being what I fail.’ It’s Leila’s I-consuming, never-ending, parted love For Majnu, her sole bleeding where his sole trod upon a nail. He feels his wreck in her, a bliss that pierces his heart And bleeds from hers like wounds of Passion’s holiest nail. The agony of longing long, the ecstasy of pain In hearts that See their grail through golden bars of a gaol! Your Sun is Everything and there is nothing that is not the Sun: My black hole All-consumed in one whole - yet shadows prevail. In sainted flames of love, with nothing else it can see It burns away in grief, this Eye that can’t have the Grail. O Heart of Hearts, her Absent Heart is All to you now. She’s in the Seventh Sun, where Lovers leap and visions...fail Through unfathomable ways, I lead you to liberation. Accept my rhythm. Come into tune with it without reservation. It will open your heart. It will give you new love. (Meher Baba) © Gareth Calway 2016 Published in the Sheriar volume 6 Degrees of Separation; 7 Degrees of Love - http://garethcalway.blogspot.co.uk/2016/01/6-degrees-of-separation-7-degrees-of.html

Sav bar tahira dama ha thon mire aya Jab ankh khuli dikha apna hi gariban hai – (Asghar) ‘A hundred times I felt that I held your garment firmly in my hands; When I opened my eyes I was amazed to discover it was my own garment I was holding.' Illumination’s burning Eye has gone, let darkness come, A slip between the Grail and Lip, a black hole in the sun. In total Darkness, total Light; in Nothingness, nirvana. Who dared to love, now lover and beloved love as one. I lift the Grail, the Holy Grail I always was and am The musk the deer pursued, the winging moth and flame made one! A golden rose, a thousand suns, a blaze of brimming light Now overflows my lip with love: the Earth is stirred and shaken. Brings Light to Earth and Earth to Light, un-maims the Wounded King, Unwinter the Grail Maiden’s eyes, makes Maid and May King one. The quest’s achieved, the Earth will live, heart’s wilderness is sown With seeds lost in the fruit it bears, the soul of all is won. O Who of Whos, your heart has burst and pours on Winter’s Kingdom Your cornucopic vessel’s rays: Who dared win love – has won! * This is God. On the highest of highs through the gulf of a tomb, (This is God.) I’m on top of the worlds born of mind, spirit, womb. I am not. Now the bubble has burst, there is nothing but sea: This is God. I’m as drowned in His kiss as the bud in her bloom. I’m in Love. All the pain in my heart’s disappeared like a dream: This is God. I am dead to the worlds and awake to my swoon. I am Him. Now the primal beloved and lover are one: This is God. I’ve become Who I journeyed towards and from Whom. Oh my love! He’s embraced me and brought me at last to himself: This is God. Now I see there is only my Self in his room. I’m the soul. “There’s no dark where there’s light, no unknown where one knows.” This is God. Little mind has been razed with its search and its gloom. O my God! You’re beyond the beyond but you’re found on the Earth. This is Me, All in All, in the flesh: this perfection, this Home. © Gareth Calway 2016.