The walking waking ghost

I wake in my sleep and say hello
You look around and wonder, is that me or my walking ghost
There is any difference left between me and my ghost.
A thin line between my presence and absence

the Me?

I walk the streets, and find myself amongst a million other people.
Seconds later, i’m amongst a zillion, trillion other people. So who am i? And who the hell is my ego!

grow up

Once someone told me. Grow up
And so I did.

What hurts the soul?

We tremble, thinking we’re about to dissolve into nonexistence,
...But non-existence fears even more that it might be given human form!

Loving God is the only pleasure. Other delights turn bitter.

What hurts the soul?...
To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
People focus on death and this material earth.
They have doubts about soul water. Those doubts can be reduced!
Use night to wake your clarity. Darkness and the living water are lovers. Let them stay up together.
When merchants eat their big meal and sleep their dead sleep, we night thieves go to work.

Midnight, but your forehead...
Shines with dawn.
You dance as you come to me and curl by curl undo the dark. Let jealousy end.

*Rumi