The Language of Life LOVE Original Poems of Inspired Love

Vol.II SEED-THOUGHT SERIES A Division of THE NERENBERG INSTITUTE

T he Language of Life Dr. Nerenberg has been in practice for over 40 years. He is also considered the strongest, drug-free, man in the world for his weight and age The Language (born 1941) on the Bench Press, on the T-Bar- Strongman-Pull, the Power-Grip, and the Power- Pull-Up. At near 70 years of age, while sitting on the of Life ground, he pulled two F-150 Ford pickup trucks

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internationally known for his pioneering work on LO road rage. He has written over 100 books and likes to share “the bottom line” about all aspects of life. It VE HEART is the intention of his work to uplift society for at least 1000 years emotionally, spiritually, physically, - intellectually, and socially. Dr . Arnold LOVE P. Nerenber g, Ph.D .

By Dr. Arnold P. Nerenberg, Ph.D. Dr. Arnold P. Nerenberg, Ph.D. The Language of Life LOVE Original Poems of Inspired Love

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[email protected] nerenberginstitute.com Dedicated to Mahin, my only true Beloved on this earth. Table of Contents

Chapter Page

I. The Fragrance 1 - 37 of Love

II. My Beloved 38 - 158

III. My Friend, My Wife, 159 - 219 My Beloved

IV. Romantic & 220 - 286 Transcendental Love All are asleep until awakend by the dream of the Beloved. Introduction I have written these poems over many years. The first three chapters were originally very short books. In more recent years I added the fourth chapter comprised of the poems I was able to locate; others to be found and others to be written later will be in the next edition. The poems are inspired by and dedicated to my beloved wife, Mahin. Some are written in moments of transcendence, a glimpse of poignancy. Others, particularly those of yearning, are more constant and every day. These poems could never have been expressed without the transformation of re- ceptivity within my heart caused by the Writings of Baha’u’lla’h; Prophet, “He Whom God shall make manifest.” My beloved on earth is Mahin. My Beloved in the spiritual realm is Baha’u’llah. They are both Persians, and each has brought me closer to the other. For you who are reading this, I am extremely grateful for whatever upliftment you receive, and the Beloved for you is your highest values and priorities as well. During the last several years, I have confined almost all my inner conversations of my thoughts to God, Baha’u’llah, and the other Major Prophets. The only living person on earth with whom I speak to internally is Mahin. Prior to that I had inner conversations with many people that I know. That decion has deepened my relationship with my wife and deepend my understanding that God alone is the Help in Peril. The poem on page 275 of this edition is not clearly understand by myself; at times it appears I am speaking to Mahin; at others it seems that I give expression to a far more Inspired Thought of Holiness. Dr. Arnold P. Nerenberg, Ph.D. March 14, 2012 Chapter I

The Fragrance of Love The Scent Eternal How do I prepare for my beloved? Flowers and cologne, jewels and music, foods of delight, but first I give her my poem.

1 Oh beloved, your tender flow of life makes me caress your gentle beauty and feel the poignant river of your being in time and beyond.

You are the poem of my being the source of my seeing; you are more than anything I have ever sought, you rejoice me completely.

3 All existence is begotten by the yearning of the beloved; she calls and the ancient breath is drawn, she moves and the Word is created so that her lover may whisper her name.

4 You deliver me from myself, for without you I am a slave of my own oppression.

5 The storms and seas are calmed, the winds are soothed by the glance of the beloved.

6 The rain falling at dawn, I say your name.

7 For me, there is no place that you are not.

8 Emptiness, loneliness nothingness and void, you have prepared me for my beloved.

9 I kiss the hand of my destroyer who prepared me for my lover.

10 I fled the void till I found it to be the antechamber to the beloved’s home.

11 I called and called for a lover and none answered. Within the emptiness of the void, within my loneliness I cried out again and again, only to hear the stillness within my own nothingness. I screamed out within the core of my being, until I could no more. Then, the earth trembled and I became annihilated with love.

12 Oh beloved, you are the dream dancer of the night lit by the moon of your being, swaying, swaying in the ocean of your mysterious breeze beneath the stars lit by the glow of your hair. Oh warmth of the world ablazed by the love lighted in your eyes, you are the heat of union, the fire of the sun; you are the vapor of life yearning to be known in the beauty of its own essence.

13 The charm, the ancient charm pulls me out of myself till I can only call for you alone.

14 From within the slumber of forgetfulness the Eye of the Ancient Beholder awakens and gazes into the beloved, proclaiming its own eternity.

15 Love merged with itself in the void and became creation.

16 The hidden dream becomes known to itself.

17 Your compassion is the source of hope, healing, and life itself.

18 You are the Chant that causes flesh, life that warms the earth, beckoning existence within myself so that I might feel your love.

19 Oh Awaited One, my eyes cannot close in your presence, for they are opened, the inner membrane lifts, and I am stunned with awe.

20 I seek you, I find you; you enter as a smile in my eyes and on my lips.

21 With you in my eyes I am more than I am.

22 How I have missed you. Welcome! Welcome into myself.

23 Beloved, beloved, beloved, only you enter my loneliness.

24 Can it be me that the beloved has chosen? I am speechless and shy.

25 Unworthly, unworthly I am to enter the paradise of my beloved’s heart; yet she beckons me. I should not look into her eyes, yet she bids me to enter. I prostrate myself at her feet and she lifts me with her love.

26 The beloved calls, the lover falls.

27 Even the rock melts.

28 And still I cannot believe she is mine, for all my life...

29 ... I sought my beloved in the eyes of all I met; I sought to be worthy through every effort I made, and I failed in all I sought and did. And then she came to me within my own being. ...

30 … Why do you come to me?” I ask. “I am not worthy.” She answers that I was chosen for knowing within my gentle and loving heart that I am nothing. ...

31 … And I dance for the moment that is mine. The stars, the night, the moon the fire of my life, I am yours.

32 The nectar of paradise in the dream of eternity is the swooning in the delight of surrender to the rapture of love pulsating within the heart of the beloved.

33 All the days of my life are yours; you are the treasure, the cause for which I live.

34 In the flame of union’s desire the lover --as soul-- yearns to blazon out of his body and mix in perfect oneness with his beloved.

35 In the power of union there are no walls, the beings surge their innermost essences pouring into one, stunning transforming fusion.

36 Oh mystic beauty, your voice is my peace, your eyes my being, you are the blood of my life, the pulse in my veins and heart; you are the mystery that gives meaning to all existence.

37 Chapter II

My Friend, My Wife, My Beloved Ideals and Realities of Love

38 Our Seeing Tree Let us sit in the shade of our Seeing Tree, where all that exists are the faces of you and me; we look into each other’s eyes and see each other seeing with love

39 You are the Land-of-My-Ancestors; you are my Heritage; you are my past, my present, my future. All that has happened to me prepares me for you. You are the joy of this moment. You are my Hope for my future.

40 Is there a melody or story of love that is not of you?

41 Mahin Hard swirling winds sweep across the forests of my mind. Vast ocean waves pound my thoughts on rocky shores, pound my thoughts without decline. When the hurricane of myself tears across my eyes I endure the darkness, the turbulence of my night. Thoughts in flight raging anger songs of fright. I endure. Hard swirling winds sweep across the vast forests of my mind, pounding thoughts without decline. Dark turbulence of the night, thoughts in flight, raging anger songs of fright. I grasp at stars to rise above myself to find a different passion or a smile of compassion. I am a tiny dove weary of my flight. I search for safety in the stars of love. I endure the darkness of the night raging anger songs of fright. Swirling winds sweep across the vast forests of my mind. My anger screams till I am calmed by the glance of my Beloved Mahin. My angers scream till I am calmed by the touch of my Beloved Mahin.

42 She glides effortlessly through the night. Her eyes sparkle with love and delight. No matter where I am with her or alone, I dance only with my Mahin. For me there can never be another. She gives me all her love, and likes for me to truly see her. She enjoys seeing me, her beloved. When I am with her my eyes are open, and I rejoice to see her face. When I am alone with music dancing in my ears I close my eyes and call her name; only we exist and move to the rhythm of our hearts beating. I weep as I see her for I have found her to be true. All female charm is in the body of my beloved. She moves to the ancient call of the drums at night, beckoning me to dance with her, to come closer, always. I find myself through her eyes. My movement is from her desire. I am her slave, and have captured her heart with my love and my submission. The rope which I have tied binds her to me, but cannot be seen. Her desire to be possessed by me makes her mine. There is nothing else I need to know. I rejoice because I found the woman I crave. She wants to belong to me. There is no end to my tears and to my happiness.

43 Caw, Caw, Caw the seagull calls as the sun descends in silence beneath the earth’s horizon.

Ocean waves wash over rocks along the shore as distant sounds of foghorn travel in the winds.

The steam whistle of passing trains on the forlorn tracks echoes the stillness of the quiet night.

And my heart is crushed in breathless grief to have you all these years knowing that in the end of this life on earth one will leave before the other.

44 Oh willow trees weeping in the winds of night bending to the earth in your chorus of shaking leaves, oh moonlit rains flowing down mountain-breasts of earth, my tears of yearning pour down my cheeks as I look upon the form of my beloved asleep upon the couch of mortality. I weep in the poignant beauty I did not fully see before. I cry for the pain and struggles she did endure. I grieve for the one who lives to mourn the loss of the one who was adored.

45 With tears in my eyes I look upon a photograph of your face next to mine. And I think of the possible time to come when you will have passed away and I remain without you. It is as if I am at that time now looking back at your journey and who you were. I weep for the beauty of your life that you so freely gave for us. I weep for the little girl your father loved and for the woman you did become. I weep for your dreams and for the world that was you. Oh how I weep for what I did not see while you yet lived. Why must I wait till you are gone to fully feel the exquisite loveliness of yourself? Must I wait till your life is done to feel the completeness of my love?

46 Can I not look upon your face as if you had already gone and totally treasure every expression, every movement, every word? Can I not revere and celebrate your life while you yet live? Must I wait till you leave to cherish the poignant memory of our love? If you were to die this moment, oh how I would yearn, how deeply I would yearn to be able to hold you just one more time, and fill my eyes of longing with your living form. May God grant me the privilege to look upon you now with those very same eyes.

47 My Friend, My Wife, My Beloved

After 40 yrs, I am again, in a hotel room, alone. I remember long ago I spoke to God all night. I was a young man then; I wept as I poured out something which I cannot remember.

And I want to weep again, now, for some reason I can but dimly perceive; is it because of how deeply I love you and yet forget because of being lost within the mist of myself?

The fog rolls down my cheek within my tears, and once again I do truly look into your eyes, and see the light that is my own.

48 I want to give you a better life. I want to lift your pain and strife. That’s my way to thank you as my wife.

49 Wild call of the night dancing by the fire’s light, the charm of the beloved becomes the lover’s delight to the rapture of the moon and stars.

50 The call of ecstasy beckons me to your arms; I leave myself to dance within your charms. There I move with grace and ease to realms of peace.

51 Oh Companion of my every thought, You are with me in all the worlds, and I am in awe that You exist.

52 In the wind is the whisper of the Lover calling the name of His Beloved.

53 I call for Her to emerge from the veil of mists. I call, again and again, waiting; how feeble is my call; how imperfect is my love; how unworthy I am of Her Presence; and yet She comes.

54 It matters not what I am, for I am here so that the Beloved may be known.

55 You give me the hidden and the seen; all that You are You want me to know; You give me to cherish the treasure saved for Your Beloved.

56 Empty empty empty is the hollow of my soul, and I seek the peace of death; I go to the end of my life to find I have nothing; it is in the empty cave at night that I dance by the stars; I seek reunion with myself; in the arms of death I embrace the void and find the whisper that is one; it is here that my true lover finds me and calls me with her eyes; it is her love that brings life and the melody of peace. This fire she brings into me delights her heart. The warmth of her face comforts me, and she sees in me the sweetness of herself, and is satisfied. 58 I am asleep until You awaken me. And then I see only You.

59 The livingness pulls from every cell throughout my arms and legs. We become one being, unified, electrified, as I gather to pulsate out of my being.

60 Not hearing from you, crushing inside, crushing, not breathing.

The anguish of the Lover is healed by the tears of the Beloved.

61 Who can pierce the Beloved’s heart with pain? What treason is the source of this shame? Only the deed whereby the Lover does betray is the poisoned reason whereby the life of trust does he slay.

62 I swim in my inner being, pressing deep beneath fears of empty voids of swirling angers, wrapped in memories of pain. Ah, beneath this all what I have found in the core of my being is the Smile of Dark and Light dancing in the Eyes of my Beloved.

63 I can feel the time to come when you are buried in the earth. I can feel my love for you now warming your bones, then. How thankful I am that you still have flesh for me to love.

64 Because You are and can cease to be I cherish You all the more. All the beauty I see and every breath inhaled is Yours.

65 What, my Love, will You say of me when I have gone? What will You say to our children?

66 Today, the Lover loves the Beloved tomorrow.

67 Without the Beloved there is no poetry.

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Your laughter is my fountain of delight from which I flow, as honey and smiles, as the pure and eternal child.

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Although -at times- I am a burden, my wife is happy to have me.

68 You are my queen and I am your slave, usually.

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My wife is the only wife who envies her husband for having her.

69 Not much I am doing to better myself and those in our land; I found a place and made my claim, the gold was there but it was not enough. I searched further with all my might; until I could no more. Behold, from the mist appeared my true Wife.

70 Life was filled with only me with all my needs and all my fears; now there is you, and I am so grateful you are here. What of me do I keep from you? What of money or thoughts are mine that are not yours?

71 My eyes ache to see You.

72 You are the Source of my Poem for the joy it brings You beckons my deepest thought.

73 There is complete security between Lover and Beloved, there is trust. Each is desperately desired.

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Your wish is more than my command; for your desire is my desire.

74 You are the vision of the future, and the memory of my life.

75 You are a smile within my heart. I cannot endure any separation. Existence itself is a painful barrier between us.

76 Delighting in love’s caress the lover yearns to undress, to hold the lover’s breast; sperm seeks its goal, penetrating deep from the soul; this mingling of wet embrace, two bodies to a single face.

77 Your precious sweetness is the tears within the fountain -of-my-sight. The dance of wind and clouds arouse the fragrance of roses and blossoms of delight.

78 What moves within? Is there a thought that yearns to be? What is hidden? Devour all boundaries till we are one!

79 Love, oh Princess of Beauty, You are the Charm.

80 From death comes life into the eyes of the beloved when gazing into the Smile of Love.

81 How do I tell You of every thought, every feeling? I want to whisper without words into Your succulent, loving heart.

82 There is no Remembrance of greater joy than of you. To bring a smile to your lips is my greatest pleasure.

83 To You I give everything I want to receive. I desire to so totally possess You, that I become completely Yours.

84 When I am devoured by my Beloved what is left of me? Only the memory that I am Hers.

85 My religion I have found within the eyes of my Beloved. All I need resides there too; with Her I dwell in the Cave of Honey.

86 What happens to the Lover when He calls and the Beloved does not appear? Does He doubt they are each other?

87 The Lover does not want Himself. He desires only his Beloved.

88 You are all that exists in the past, now, and in the future; the perfecting of the relationship with the Beloved makes all else seem as nothing.

89 My existence is a misery to myself. Thus do I crave you even more. You are the Gift and the river of myself. I yearn for us to be one Breath.

90 We are the life of each other and the burden as well.

91 When I have You, even then I yearn for you.

92 I gaze into the eyes of my Beloved and I see Her love for me. But I remember when I saw Her see me as separate. Even in our separateness I remember our Union.

93 Quality time is being with someone you love.

94 If you are not completely devoted to your Beloved, then you will die a miserable death.

95 Take everything I am so that I may possess You completely. Oh my Beloved, You are my religion, You are my salvation. Through You I have found God.

96 I worship no concept. There is only Reality, which is You. You are the Cause for which I live and die.

97 Everything prepares the Lover for the Beloved. Everything that is not the Beloved shows the Lover what He does not want.

98 Without You I am barren in a desolate land, homeless, with no identity.

99 Each movement each expression enchants me. And I must confess my love so that I not collapse in its quake.

100 The Beloved is the friend with whom I am totally satisfied.

101 You search my eyes to see if I am “here.” There’s a little hurt in you at the thought that I am not.

102 The Friend and I have a perfect relationship; and yet it keeps getting better.

103 I want to have fun with my friend. But if we do not, still we are together.

104 The spirit of the Beloved is breathed into the eyes of the Lover; they gaze upon each other with eyes of adoration.

105 Look! Look everywhere. Do you hear, do you see? Is there a sign? Oh heart do not despair, the Friend will soon be here.

106 Without You, I am a wanderer. Every moment I call out. Without my Friend nowhere do I belong.

107 Friend, Friend, Friend, You are my treasure.

108 To doubt the Friend is death. The wrongness of my Friend I do not see.

109 The Friend is the Awaited One. To the seeker, everything is a Sign. The essence of the Friend is a fragrant breeze from which is inhaled the mystery of the Eternal.

110 Can the Friend be a Stranger?

111 You are the fulfillment of my deepest yearning. When you are near I am content.

112 Everywhere I search for You. My Friend, my beloved Friend, my tears seek union with Yours.

113 Let me feel your heart so that I may know you, and forget myself.

114 Oh my Friend, come to me; You are the One.

115 In me there is only room for You. Your faithful love is my comfort, and forgotten dreams return.

116 Only you know what I really want.

117 When the Hidden manifests within the Friend, Rivers-of-Joy flow from the Mountain.

118 A shadow across my eyes hurts the Friend; it is the barrier to Paradise.

119 It is through You I have come to know true gratitude. I have value and existence because of our love.

120 The sweet essence of the Lover becomes known to himself through the Beloved.

121 You are the key that opens wide the gate to paradise.

122 Thirst is forgotten until the Beloved comes, only then is yearning remembered.

123 There is connection of two separate beings. But greater is the union of two halves of one heart. This brings the deepest rest. This is the archetype of Lover and Beloved.

124 I want your heart to ache and burn with love till everything is destroyed in your fire. I want you to kill for me, die for me, live for me. Give me everything you have. Yearn to be my slave. Be so crazed with passion that pain itself is joy.

125 Oh my precious One, in You I trust; I let go of myself and become truly what I am.

126 Without you what is life? There can be no meaning. There can be no love. Even beauty cannot exist.

127 The sadness of love is that the Lover and Beloved are not only one but also two.

128 Without the Beloved the Lover is but an image darting about. He must have his Beloved to survive as He really is.

129 I am weak and crushed until I see You. But I cannot stay unless you want me.

130 Possessing You is the essence of my goal. Abandoning You, even for an instant, is betrayal.

131 I do not give you enough. Thus, am I not a fraud? Only your forgiveness can make me whole. If it can be destroyed it is not love.

132 When falling in love is hidden I have no peace, for the Promise of the Beloved beckons. It is the beauty of the Beloved’s breast I seek.

133 I can be myself only with You, for only You truly want me.

134 Lovers are brought together by unborn children who beckon from the unseen.

135 The Lover wants His Beloved to be His Sperm and for Him to be Her Breasts. From their Divine Milk Creation feeds itself.

136 I rest deeply when I become you. We bring each other to the same world.

137 It is only when the lover perceives the burden of the beloved’s life that the depth of his love becomes known.

138 The Lover is so concerned for his Beloved that even if They were to die together, He would -until his final breath- seek to serve her still.

139 Freedom is enslavement to Your Love.

140 Away from his Beloved the Lover is a mad-man split in two, anguished, desperate.

141 The misery of the world drives me to You.

142 To survive the pain of separation from You I become something other than myself.

143 The Lover fills his Beloved with his yearning to be filled.

144 You are the inspiration and the source of all my love. I am a stranger to myself. Only through You do I become known.

145 Oh tired warrior, arise to the dream of the Lover’s call. Eyes awaken from sleep; open to the spell of union’s lure. Oh my heart, dance, flame as the fire at night. Awaken to the ancient charm.

146 The pain of separation from my Beloved crushes us into one.

147 For the true lover everything belongs to the Beloved. His impoverishment is a sign of His love.

148 I am a slave to your pleasure; thus do I transcend myself to enter Paradise.

149 The Beloved is as the Sperm of the Lover, the Divine Spark, the Creator of His universe.

150 I am lonely when I breathe aught but the scent of You.

151 My deepest yearning is fulfilled when I drink at the fountain of Your Eyes.

152 Within the breath of the Lover is the sigh chanting the name of His Beloved.

153 Oh, Beloved, Beloved. I am swooning, fainting. I cannot resist union melding; there is nothing of me.

154 Lover and Beloved, one mind whispering to itself.

155 How would I like to die? With You in my eyes.

156 Oh my wife, my holy flesh: You are the Mystery of Light; You are the Mystery of Darkness; You are the Flower; You are Yourself; You are my Surprise; You are the freshness of the Garden in the morning dew.

157 La La Lah Lah La Lah; Oh Melody of my flesh Gleam of my eyes Light of my being; You are the Queen of my existence. What else is there for me now but to live for you, to be Your slave, and if You wish --Your King.

158 Chapter III

My Beloved The Desert and the Oasis

For my Mahin

159 Oh Mystic Dancer in the night lure me to realms of love.

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Your delight inspires my life. In the moonlight you enchant my heart to the song of passion.

160 Oh Mystic Dancer in the night take my hand and through the fragrance of Your Mystery raise me to the Garden of Ecstacy.

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I dance in Your heart so that I may completely possess Your love.

161 Yearn for me. Yearn till You can stand no more; then yearn and yearn so that into your essence I can soar.

162 The anguish of Your yearning for me is the peace of my being.

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Oh my sweet Beloved, all my joy is from you and for You.

163 I am Your slave; thus I possess you.

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My Beloved in human form will leave Her skeleton after Flesh is gone, and Her Bones will be my Shrine where again I seek Her, in the Tomb of the Sublime.

164 For Lover and Beloved to attain full Union even their hidden thoughts must meld.

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Why does the Lover call His Beloved? . . .

165 . . . Because there is the memory of Paradise

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The Lover is always poised to see His Beloved. He seeks Her everywhere.

166 I carry you always I am faithful in every way.

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I know, You want to be with me in the night of a dark, infinite universe. I need to hear Your voice and know You’re here. I need to know You exist and breathe as I do.

167 I seek to please You with every atom of my being with all I think and do by everything I’m seeing.

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Your desire to possess me is why I belong.

168 You are my true Wife, my home. You are the magic of my life.

169 Ask more of me always more till there is no more to give; and then I give You more.

170 I forget the taste of love till I see Your eyes.

171 The glow of inner light ignites when I feel Your touch.

172 Whatever You want from me I want You to have.

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Life with You is good and full; I am satisfied.

173 Becoming known to each other is the greatest satisfaction. It is a fascinating journey of surprises.

174 My woman, fluffy, soft, and round; my woman, the love I yearned and found.

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My sweet Love please live long so I may enjoy.

175 Please tell me. What is there that does not reflect the Beloved?

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All my thoughts I judge by the Standard of Your response.

176 Being wanted by You awakens me.

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A beautiful painting illumined by a setting sun, with piano music, and You are here.

177 You raise me from the ordinary to the extraordinary. With You I see. With You I feel the pulse of life. With You I cry for the exquisite beauty I feel.

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Whenever beauty is perceived the Beloved is remembered.

178 In my deepest contentment, where I smile in my innermost being, here You are with me in my eyes that truly see.

179 The Lover feels His only worth is contained within the love of His Beloved.

180 Meditate on every encounter with the Beloved for each is a poem, a mystery, a delight.

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The peace I have found is a gift in the Beloved’s pond.

181 Come here my pretty Darling; take whatever you want.

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My sweet garlic onion. You tasty little bunyon; how I love Your curry soup and Your beef and chicken too.

182 Oh Beloved, Beloved all betray me but You.

183 Only the Beloved gives the love She promises.

184 The Lover sees more in one moment with the Beloved than in a lifetime.

185 When my Beloved feels betrayed, She becomes a dark black demon, and destroys me with cruel venom till I die of loneliness; will She bring me back to life? Will vision return to my eyes? Will I live to see Her beauty once again? When next will She destroy me?

* * * * * When I fail to give You what You desire there is a deep sense of guilt and unworthiness.

186 Whatever You desire I not do puts a veil between myself and it, so that I cannot even feel desire.

187 Trust is the remembrance of love.

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How can my Beloved love me so? Is it that I am Her?

188 We are chicken soup and curried rice backgammon and little dice; we say what we think which is not always nice, but at least we’re warm and not like ice.

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You are delicious!

189 Through the Beloved the Lover becomes more and more dissatisfied with everything else.

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I cannot bear what my human limitation does to You.

190 I was dying in the desert. Now I live in the oasis of God’s word and the fortress of our love.

191 Every thought and word and every glance and sigh of the Beloved does reach to the core of the Lover?

192 Her Love Her Anger all Beloved.

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There is no Light like Yours.

193 Within the Void the Lover neither sees nor hears His Beloved, but can sense the stillness of Her presence within His Heart.

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Of what do I rejoice? I gladden my eyes on the Persian Beauty.

194 Oh my dark skinned Beauty! I have always known You, and yet each moment I meet You again for the first time.

195 To tear the flesh in a tender act of passion the Lover seeks to unveil the Soul of His Beloved.

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I enter the chamber of my Beloved in the stillness of the night, and remove the cover and find Her there.

196 Everything is better with you. Even the food I chew is tastier.

197 Even the splendor of the sun rising is not more beautiful than your smile.

198 You are my intention, my goal my priority. There is nothing else.

199 You take me to the Mystery.

200 What I do, what I think has its greatest meaning when it adds to you.

201 The Lover feels there is nothing good enough for the Beloved, and is ashamed of all He gives Her.

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With You life is more interesting. We are always on vacation.

202 The Beloved brings the greatest perspective.

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You are the only thought that deeply matters. You are the fullness of my life.

203 With You the world I see is filled with majesty.

204 You are the sunshine and the butter.

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I’m always talking to You.

205 All that You are I want to fully know. All that I am I want You to perfectly understand.

206 I want to relive my life with You in my arms.

207 As I behold the sky I ache to see You to hear Your voice.

208 I wait for You so I may be who I am.

209 You are the smile in my heart.

210 If I could dream of heat to warm my bones, could then I melt into my Beloved’s Home?

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When I love it is the Beloved loving.

211 Diamonds and rubies I beg of You to accept from me, and the smile this brings to You is the jewel of my heart.

212 I call to You and feel Your eyes in mine.

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You have totally received me into Yourself; now I am not alone.

213 Are You not the Source of the good I do; Your pleasure is the goal I pursue?

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I want you to be always proud of me.

214 Oh Beloved Beloved Beloved. You are the Sigh of my satisfaction, the Source of my Inspiration, the flowing Light of my being, the joyful Cause of my subjugation.

215 Am I not the slave of my Beloved? Is not Her every dream my Master? Would I seek what She does not wish? What is of me that is not Her?

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In the end what is there? It is to know love is real.

216 What is the worth of my life? Is it not the joy of my true Wife?

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My best friend!

217 Is not the world a dead thing? What is in the brick and steel for me? Without my Beloved even the sunset has no beauty.

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Oh empty world, I weep in the Void of our illusion; we are nothing without love.

218 Love unifies the inner being.

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Soon soon union with You; soon we are no longer two.

219 Chapter IV

Romantic & Transcendental Love

220 Mahin, Mahin is who you call yourself and others call you too.

But within the pulse of your most inner thought I know the name that fills your blood and heart.

It is the name I call myself.

And within the core of who I truly am the name that dances in my every cell is not the sound by which I am known. For the “Beauty of the Moon” is the name that smiles within my most inner breath. And this is the mystery of life within death.

221 The Madman’s Truth I am a crazy man lost in separation from you. I am a desperate fool who craves your embrace. And I die when I cannot have you. And in that death I do not know that I am the corpse that screams obscenities. For I imagine I am myself. I must have you or I will only mirror surface truths that I do not really want to say. I will forget I am a crazy man lost in separation from you, and believe my rage and the universe of wrongs I say you have done to me and see nothing else. For I am a desperate fool who craves your embrace. But I tell you now and I will scream again the madman’s truth that you are my world and cannot breathe for the barrier between us. You cannot hear this truth I say for you have become crazy too lost in the wildness of separation from me. But I tell you now and I will scream again the madman’s truth that you are my world and cannot breathe for the barrier between us. And I remain the desperate fool who is so in love with you.

222 I crave to intertwine into oneness with you. I wrap you into myself until your smile lights my lips and eyes. My face becomes yours. I become but a dim memory of myself. I am you. Separateness ends.

223 Within the deepest recesses, in the darkest caves of myself, where no light has ever entered, is the thought of love.

224 Oh my true companion who smiles as you behold my face! How I weep that our days on earth together can only be but as a brief instant. I weep in joy and sorrow, for every moment I feel your fragileness and our beauty. I offer you my life that you might be comforted while you are still here. Always I will shield you from danger. When your earthly life is done I promise I will be with you still. For me you will forever be the gentle fragrance of my inner sacred being.

225 Under the moon and stars the winter snow lights the barren trees at night and the smile of my face.

I did not choose the child I was born and who I found myself to be. I was carried in the wind far, far into the sea. And did not know a dream from true reality. When I crawled onto the Land I thought I was not free. But the tears of my life were the Mirror of a different Destiny.

For so long I didn’t know my home and ran into the caves of long ago. And there I found you by your sound. Your eyes the whisper of your lips, the only way I know I am not alone. I felt your hand take mine and then you whispered into my heart “Hello Lightness my old friend I’ve come to sit with you again.” My eyes opened from my dream and I remember what I seek.

226 There’s Plenty of Sun and Plenty of Fine

Hey Tangerine Man save a bite for me there’s a lot more on this Great Tree.

No need to pick em all they will ripen on the vine, in time all fruit will fall.

From the juice of the Fruit flows sweet rivers of Divine.

Hey Tangerine Man save a bite for me, the gifts of earth like the rain are free.

There’s Plenty of Sun and Plenty of Fine.

No need to pick em all they will ripen on the vine, in time all fruit will fall.

227 Is life what it seems and truth but a passing dream? Have I lost control of my mind? I pray to God for a sign, looking for comfort in reality or a better dream of immortality. Is life but a vision within a drop of fears, flowing through our fountain of tears? Is all the good I profess only my veil of hypocrisy? The failure of my life I confess to manifest the good I want to be, searching for a better dream of reality. The flower that I loved dried and died, but the Vision sleeps within my tears and awakens every hundred years. I have the strength to trust again, and have not forever lost my way, for my poetry has made me sane. Though I crawl in darkness on the mountain slope, the goodness of my destiny gives me hope. Life is not what it seems, it is the Flow of Celestial Streams. Life surpasses what it seems, it is lighted Visions of Holy Dreams.

228 From the river, from the River of Light I feel your face beneath the Star of my Heart. And your love commands the inner essence of myself to surrender into who you are, so that you may deeply know me for evermore.

229 Oh dream-anger in the eyes of my beloved; you are the burning winds, the molten lava searing my heart, the flame within my throat. Only the river of my love does quench the desolution of my being.

230 The melody of dawn. Songs of birds awaken from the smile of my Beloved.

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As we leave our bed for our morning tea, the Kettle boils. Water falls to the floor. Quickly I bend down to dry it. And you are already there. Our eyes meet. Oneness never ending.

231 Mahin as Mother

No word can capture the freedom of the winds nor mountain breasts be subdued by the wishes of humankind. Of all the forces which nature has unleashed, whether it be the trembling of the earth or hurricanes pounding with sheets of water stones, there is none more fierce than the growl-of-the-mother protecting-her-precious-young. The bravery and power in the heat of battle of the world’s greatest heroes of ancient and modern times are but a drop in the raging rivers of mother’s instinct to save the offspring she gave birth.

So on this Day given to our Mothers, the mightiest warriors of all times who stand guard at the entrance of each home in which we do sleep, we arise to stand straight and thump the earth with our bare feet and salute with tears of admiration and respect, and weep for what we have not done.

232 To possess the beauty of the rose he sheds his blood upon its thorn so that his lover may inhale the fragrance of his passion. Drawn to the flame of the candle the moth cannot escape its fate to be ablazed. While my beloved believes I have betrayed and destroyed her I anguish in my faithfulness and devotion that has never gone away. We embrace in this dance of death that does deliver us to our Lord, and smile through eternity in our love not bound by the sanity of reason.

233 The Beloved is a state of consciousness within, transcendent to the material world, filled with compassion and love, immersed in Beauty and Poignancy.

234 In the tea cup, silently, the brew does steam. Liquid clarity, through and through. Even in movement, stillness, through and through. The Music of the Seeing Smile, silent, clear, still. Forever Itself.

235 It is totally certain, though most never saw it, that in the past wells up in me an anger, screaming for expression; woven into the scream were thoughts repeated which were neither gentle nor respectful and were insensitive to all. When entertained or uttered, these false gods, these idols, are -for the moment- worshipped and take precedence over the Word of the one true God to whom I have sworn my allegiance and my life. Thus did I -for a moment- betray my highest value. In that moment, I did not want to remember my sacred vow to remember the Word but to only hear the voice of any anger, which was ever more likely with the one I most love; but if the Word does emerge into focus beckoning me to love and patience, I -in my rebellion- would shout, “Enough! Enough! It is time to make my stand.” And is it not the way of the flesh to applaud and say “Well done. The truth is told.” The price was loneliness and pain, and betrayal of the bond to the God I love and the woman who is my life. But there is a deeper truth which was not said. And here I speak of husband and wife. And that deeper truth is this: ...

236 ... “You are my beloved in this life on earth, and I gladly sacrifice myself for you. It is my highest wish to bring you happiness and speak only that which will uplift you, and give you strength and all that is good. We are as one, and yet I felt split in two by what you said and by my thought that joins your word. But it is my thought which I seek to inspire, and not fail to remove myself from the abyss of darkness. This I do. And what a victory it is. I do not call upon you to change your word or comfort me now, for at this moment your own anger has imprisoned you. I wish to serve you and give that which I would receive. If I fail to give it now please forgive me and know soon I will be with you again.” ...

237 ... Let it be known, that I have risen mightily, to the battle against myself, and now -in my later years- am in a awe of the miracle of great triumphs that are unknown to any but myself and to God. But when I lose, God and I and my Beloved all do know. ...

238 ... Let me further say that my worst defeats had always been in the context of my wife. The issues did vary over time but was the same defeat of my Higher Self. ...

239 ... Now that I am in deep remembrance, my pride is not worshipped at all or not for very long. I immediately submit to the Word of God, humble myself, begging forgiveness of my Creator and of my wife; I call upon the Holy Spirit and my own will and knowledge to arise with more resolve to serve the deepest truth. ...

240 ... And I know I will, for my fear of God does guide me and my love is all I have.

241 From the Fountain of Death I drink the Water of Life.

242 Feel the yearning! Arise in mutiny against love suppressed, and dare believe in destiny. Shout! We have the right to be! Evolution! Revolution! ....

243 ... Feel the burning; do not fear to taste the tears of struggle and hardship years. Look into the essence of your father and be grateful you know him still. Find your courage. Lift the mountain of your chains. Do not shudder in the dark; dash into the shadows that you feared. We are not sheep. ...

244 ... Arise in mutiny against love suppressed and dare believe in destiny. For we are not yet in our graves. Shout! We are human! And laugh in the shadow that you feared. Feel the burning. We are not asleep. We can truly love. Awaken to yourself and what you truly seek. Look into the eyes of one another and be grateful you know him still. ...

245 ... Before this life does end arise to the greatness of your yearning. Your courage is life’s meaning. Do not fear to taste the tears of struggle and hardship years. In the wind, we die. In our death, we dance. And in our eyes there is a sign that we are on the mountain, still; for beneath the fears and beneath the tears, for all to see, free and wild, there is a light, a glowing and knowing smile, beneath the tears of the free and the wild, a warm and loving smile.

246 Once again, once again the melody of breath dances as light through my eyes and lips. Oh Beloved this is my worship of You. ...

247 ... What sweet melodies are enshrined in love; do we not soar enthralled within the joy of the moment’s beauty. ...

248 ... The song of my yearning soars above the trees in the melodies of sky and sun; above the dwellings and flowers of the earth, there above the clouds I coast on the eddies of Your fragrance; drawing me, calling me is the Promise of Your Name and awakens within my heart wings of desire burning with the memory of Your Love. ...

249 ... I love You, I love You my Life my Light my Breath. ...

250 ... Oh sweet Beloved a taste of You is joy.

251 Oh moon and sun! Oh fire of the earth! Only the breath of my Mahin melts the rock that was my heart. Her eyes cause the molten lava of love to flow through my veins. Oh moon and sun! Oh fire of the earth! If she leaves but for an instant the blood of this adoring slave forever turns to frosted stone.

252 To you I write this poem of your mystery that dances with delight through the core of my being; there does joy paint your image feelingly within my eye, where the light of your essence smiles in fluid rolling waves of sapphires and emeralds bejeweled within my heart, to be remembered and savored in moments of contented repose. To kiss the hand of my Beloved is my poetry to her beauty.

253 I cannot remember when we did not know each other.

You are my past, my future, and you are my happiness of this moment now.

254 God has given me all blessings and mercy for He has given me you.

255 Each day passes and death draws nearer. The branches of the tree become bare in winter. These fleeting moments with you are the memories I take with me.

256 The sun sets and you are gone.

I cannot breathe, unless you come to me in my dream.

257 The sun sets and the sparrow returns to its nest.

You miss me when I am gone, and I am glad.

258 Flowers flowing. Breezes blowing. Life passing. Smiles birthing.

259 Trust weakened anger grows; love wakened essence flows.

260 When I was but a mild memory in portraits of long ago, I sought to fathom the Path of the True Smile. Even in my youth I knew Compassion was the Way.

261 In the wild forest of my untamed hopes I sought the eagle and the stallion.

But it was the Gentle Persian that would save me from myself.

The love of Mahin released the sweetness of my being.

262 You remember me and I am yours again, so we may know each other in our reunion in the Paradise of dreams remembered. I am the wind aching for your flame,calling into the mist of night. I am the whisper in the trees that carries your Name. My yearning calls for you only to know I am yours. The visit in the night wind is my tears of remembering the beauty of our love. But you remember me and I am yours again, so we may know each other in our reunion in the Paradise of dreams remembered. ...

263 ... I was asleep till I saw your face and then I fell. You hold me in your eyes knowing you are my queen favoring me with knowing you. I am the wave flowing in the ocean of your eyes rising in the ebb of your mood. Submerging in the oneness ocean of your being till I forget I am not you. But you remember me and I am yours again, so we may know each other in our reunion of dreams remembered.

264 Why why why! Winds sigh the moon glows above drifts of white-pure-snow. Why why why! Clouds flow above the robe of endless mountain trees. The Ancient Eye awakens, beholds and gently warms the snow, the mountain, and the breeze, and feeds soft sounds to whisper within the mist of winds: “My love and compassion give wing to all passion, purpose to every atom, direction to every motion”.

265 Oh Ancient Essence, Resurrector of the Memory of Eternal Paradise, our knees - of their own volition - drop to the earth, and our lips kiss the Thought of your Holy Presence. We are contained and caressed in your tender Smile. We dwell within the mystery of the holy fountain of our gratitude, flowing as rose petals on a moving sea of light and honey. The Smile of the Ancient Eye awakens every particle of the universe, behold creation and infuses life, warms the snow, the mountain, and the breeze. The Waters of Our Gratitude flow within the Living Fountain of the Smile.

266 And you call her to be your moon. And you call her to be your guide. But you cannot fall upon your knees so you cannot reach your Bride. You sail upon the waters till you sink beneath your pride. And just when you want to bow, your courage turns to mist. You cannot tell her now and you could not tell her then what lies hidden in the sea. And you want her to sit beside you in the storms that rock your mind, to hold your thought of who you want to be. But dressed in splendid mist she drops her wedding veil to kiss your gentle hand and dance upon the sea. Above the canopy of flowing waves, you call her sacred name and hear her song of holy mystery. And you want her to sit beside you in the storms that rock your mind, to hold the thought of your special destiny. ... 267 ... You cannot tell her now and you could not tell her then what it means to truly be. And just when you want to bow your courage turns to pride and you could not kneel before your precious Bride. You sail upon the waters till you no longer need to flee. And you sing her holy name and find her dressed in splendid mist. She bows, and smiles as she drops her wedding veil, to kiss your gentle hand and dance with you upon the sea.

268 The beautiful rose must have its moisture. The seed to grow must have rain and earth. Even the lion must eat. All life is in need. And to be who I truly am, I must gaze into your eyes.

269 Fields of red and gold autumn leaves bathed in sun lit crisp, cool air frame the laughter and merriment in the river of my beloved eyes. I inhale contentment and exhale a smile.

270 At dawn you are beside me and at night. The tree is rooted in the earth nourished by the fallen leaf. We find each other and embrace.

271 The sun and the moon cause the seasons and the tides, and you, my precious love, cause the wakening of my sight

272 The pleasure of my smile illumines every atom of my being. Light gathers from within and pours forth from the flow of my eyes. And you, Mahin, my precious Mahin, are the source of that smile.

273 Mahin, My Mahin, Khaylee Shireen.

My heart is filled with your name. I yearn for your essence to flow through my veins. Closely we embrace within the ocean of our love and smile into each other’s eyes through the mist of our tears.

Mahin, My Mahin, Khaylee Shireen.

Your name fills my memory and all my dreams but still my blood seeks to pour through your veins

Mahin, my sweet Mahin, Khaylee Khaylee Shireen.

274 I am the one whose compassion flows through the Eye of all creation. I am concealed within the Hidden Yearning. My desire is to comfort you within the canopy I have prepared. Reflect upon my intention, so that you might find your way through the distractions of this world. Know that I am with you always. The time will come when I fully reveal myself, and you sorrows will no longer be remembered. All your suffering makes you receptive to what lies beneath the surface. Your life, and all it contains, is an exquisite Gift. Be grateful my Special One. For soon, very soon, you will feel my embrace of holiness, and you will have no doubt. Rejoice in your sorrow so that the good within it will rise up in a mighty Fountain of Transcendence. The darkness prepares you for my light and mercy, for pain awakens my Divine Compassion. Your love opens your heart from which flows my delight into your Deepest Smile.

275 With outstretched tongues and paws prancing on the sandy beach at dawn two little puppies chase the dancing tails of one another. Then a sight of astounding wonder to remember: Giggling in delight was my wife, the Proper Persian Beauty of Restraint, with scarf blowing in the winds, washed in oceans sprays, bent in wild pursuit without any shoes. I laughed and called, “Oh Princess of Delight, what is it you seek at this early light?” She looked up while the puppies paused to approach and lick her toes, “I seek the innocence of long ago.” “And why is that?” I asked. She smiled, “So that our wisdom will always grow.”

276 The many sounds of nature yearning in the wind, in the grieving for loved ones lost, in the call to be found, these are known to those who have listened.

But there is a fierce call heard by only a few throughout eternity. It is a sound hidden in the human heart yearning for intimacy and oneness with the Beloved. This groaning is filled with so much ache of desperation that the heart itself cannot hear it for fear of annihilation. But the emboldened who bear witness to this lonely sound within themselves are honored to be humbled into wisdom’s depth and know the sound in another.

277 Streets are quiet, watching the sun starting up, waiting for the first coffee of the day. I’ll bring you a cup. …

278 … Not much on my mind just some quiet thoughts rolling by. The moments last longer early before the sun. Life is simple now. …

279 … I’m lucky to know you well. Thank you for giving me your life. And every day you die for me I trust you even more. …

280 … Sometimes you say things I don’t like; I understand and smile. Every day you die for me, no one ever did before; no one ever will again. I know you have to be yourself like the rose and the streams. …

281 … There’s nowhere I have to go, just want to lie by your side. The streets are quiet, watching the sun starting up. Waiting for the first coffee, I’ll bring you a cup.

282 You feel the music of my breath. You know I want you now. You see the love in the way I move, time slowing down. You want the moment to flow forever. The chanting of the birds this night, brings forgotten dreams of long ago. …

283 … I don’t need to tell you what you’ve heard before. But you never tire of my love. With my eyes I sing a smile into your heart. You kiss my hand, with the warmth of your lips. …

284 … All our waking hours are a dance that no one sees. But -in the air- others hear something new. I want to look at you till the end of time. We walk in the meadows at dawn and at night. We look into the streams, but never saw the years going by. …

285 … You feel the music of my breath. The chanting of birds this night brings forgotten dreams of long ago. We walk in the meadows at dawn and at night. We look into the streams, but never saw the years going by. You want the moment to flow forever. I want to look at you, till the end of time. You kiss my hand, with the warmth of your lips. With my eyes, I sing a smile into your heart.

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