There is great joy in darkness.
in the half-light
but a scorched, blackened, face
can laugh like an Ethiopian,
or a candled moth,
coming closer to God.
Brighter than any moon, Bilal,
Muhammed’s Black Friend,
shadowed him on the night journey.
Keep your deepest secret hidden
in the dark beneath daylight’s
uncovering and night’s spreading veil.
Whatever’s given you by those two
is for your desires. They poison,
eventually. Deeper down, where your face
gets erased, where life-water runs silently,
there’s a prison with no food and drink,
and no moral instruction, that opens on a garden
where there’s only God. No self,
only the creation-word, BE.
You, listening to me, roll up the carpet
of time and space. Step beyond,
into the one word.
In blindness, receive what I say.
Take “There is no good…”
for your wealth and your strength.
Let “There is nothing…” be
a love-wisdom in your wine.