Could you slip magic into sounds then pour them

Into the earth's bruised ear?

We see you know the joy of our existence, we see you found

Courage to marry forgiveness, why isn't everyone a screaming drunk?!

I could not control my happiness and would commence

 An ecstatic life dance.

The ear becomes alert when music says,

"I am over here."

Sacca-

We will all weep in some way

Until we do, the months of the hanging sky embrace us

 Revolution of Existence, excitement will renew your body.

Free yourself and this world take care of that heart,

Tuck in the sun and the moon, they also know you so well.

 This sky is no place to lose your wings.

Every city plays its chorus against our ears

What should we do about that moon? and rain, rain

Returns like a divine lover with million wonderful gifts, so

Love, love. Love.

Sacca-

 Say what you wished  you would of said..

I arise from the temple of sound

to become water once again..

  Seeking times to a higher self-life

I spill into this exquisite Earth

 "Remembering" the existing in my body

 activating my gifts.......From a human.....

eternally in tune with all places and times

I will now  shift to the next transfer.

Seven including me!!

-Sacca

 There is truth to every lie and lie to every truth.

Where is my sight?..... where is my light?..... as I tremble thru the night asking no fight.

Leaping to a darkness breeze'n, crossing, expanding, chanting, then suddenly..  I stop ...where is my bride?
my light? rippling thru my tied, my ocean my ride....
 You are the mass of time bigger and larger then a rhyme....gradually spiraling minds
lusting all times, dreaming unmistakably like no other, we are the frost of a mother.
To the lips of a child craving endlessly, we walk to the side of write...We are the light.

-sacca-
 

                  Pain comes from both the need to know and confusion.

                                          In this lifetime power taken away by facet of matter going into form.

                                          Limiting the power of the individual was to eliminate access to the story

                                          the dreamtime, the cosmic whole that teaches us that each individual

                                          action has an effect on all of existence.

                                          Enter the dreamtime again ------ welcome home.

                                                                                                                                             - S A C C A

 Effect every option.    Have all thoughts.

When I play my lute,

The invisible ones call a conference,

And the angels travel far knowing

A rare entertainment will soon take place.

When I play my drum, my notes become so real

The winged ones throw saddles upon them;

An outrageous holy rodeo begins.

No one has ever sat with Hafiz

and not left for the better.

No one can read my poems out loud

In a tender, loving voice

And not narrow the difference,

not narrow the gap,

Between you and God.

I have many younger brothers and sisters

Scattered upon this earth.

There are always friends of God in this world.

find one and offer service.

For their glance is generous and cannot help

but forever give.

When Hafiz plays his lute,

My notes ascend into the air and from

Infinite blue crystals

That will move on the wind's breath for hundreds of years

As my sacred debris, as the divine dust

Rising as a gift from my

Singing bones.

-Hafiz

 Narrow The Difference.

sun IT  moon 

I will name myself, the only way I know how.

As the sun rises in Egypt each morning the vast and tiny melodies take me to sleep.

I ask the stars what a difference would it make

 if we didn't make the same mistakes over and over  and over again.

I found my way a key to be free. Turning underneath

as the moon diminishes every day--and then!!!

 it's gone.

- sacca-

                                                              A doorway opens in the back of the room, cycles of time

                                                              fly in traveling into density and blackness.   I feel a block,

                                                              a fuzziness above my brain stem, and then a click in my head.

                                                               I breathe into the feeling, again I breathe and hold.

                                                               I feel the replenishment of my energy,  I flow.

                                                               I am air, water, earth and fire.  the whole universe is my desire.

                                                               This wonderful moment, I have traded my soul to the universe.

                                                               I breathe into the feeling.

                                                                                                                                            - S A C C A

                                                   You are the dawn that arrives in

                                       the middle of the night, dark hair-

                                       Strands of music filling the reed,

                                       understanding entering through ear

                                       and eye, the fragrant steam of soup.

                                       Signs and specific instructions

                                       articulate from you, teaching us new

                                       ways to wander. Asking  why and how

                                       is no longer right.

                                                                                  - R U M I

                                The best life-style to have--is not to have one.

                                        Words, even if they come from

                                                                                   the soul, hide the soul, as fog

                                        rising off the sea covers the sea,

                                                                                 the coast, the fish, the pearls.

                                     It's noble work to build coherent

                                                                             philosophical discourses, but

                                       they block out the sun of truth.

                                                                     See God's qualities as an ocean,

                                    this world as foam on the purity

                                                                   of that. Brush away and look

                                       through the alphabet to essence,

                                                       as you do the hair covering your

                                       beloved's eyes. Here's the mystery:

                                          this intricate, astonishing world

                                       is proof of God's presence even as it covers the beauty.

                                                                                   - R U M I

 Have faith. Be patient... Be passion.
 

Sweet as honey, does the sugar know money?... Think not I talk to my heart ask the break of night with the full moon
fluttering my body, breeze in the stars napping on my shoulders with each breath I know that you flow.
You pass out to my voice to a new start wet reef will not end the sent of a cloud,
fresh as a deep sleep comes and tickles my emotions endlessly craving
 your face  your eyes your deep in my night, your smile as a Nile closer to a heart of a piper

 Floating in music dripping my soul to a destiny that knows only you ....You my love.

-sacca-

 There are no disasters in the eyes of  love.

                            First you threw the keys,

                                       and now you stand in front of a large stone telling me the source of the wind is gone.

                                      Dust moves across flying and traveling through a dimension beyond the cycles of time,

                                                       look now!!? the crystals are being removed, no such thing as chosen people.

                                                       Awareness of a new truth, we must climb the steps.

                                     Walking swiftly and silently to the beating of my heart, in a moment I will open the moon's gravity

                                                       inside of me and the deep ear in my chest, free my soul. I do not look back.

                                                                                                                    - S A C C A

            " Under the table" will not make us able.

                                      For those who have refused to feel the heart of God.

                                 turn to the source! The origin is what we truly are.

                                     Feel the replenishment of your energy, the life-force coming back.

                                       This sacrifice will not happen to your soul again.

                                     Look in the mirror without your mask, and meditate

                                 the very thing you do not want to see--your own participation in evil.

                             Open your heart and trust Earth. Wear no mask.

                                                                                                              - S A C C A