This we have now is not imagination.
This is not grief or joy.
Not a judging state,
or an elation, or sadness.
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn’t.
It’s dawn, Husam,
here in the splendor of coral,
inside the Friend,
the simple truth of what Hallaj said.
What else could human beings want?
When grapes turn to wine,
they’re wanting this.
When the nightsky pours by,
it’s really a crowd of beggars,
and they all want some of this!
that we are now
created the body, cell by cell,
like bees building a honeycomb.
The human body and the universe
grew from this, not this
from the universe and the human body.