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@@ -460,7 +460,7 @@ you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?
 Where, for one seed you get
 a whole wilderness? For one weak
 breath, the divine wind?
-THE MUSIC WE ARE
+THE MUSIC WE ARE 
 Did you hear that winter’s over?
 The basil and the carnations
 cannot control their laughter.
@@ -490,7 +490,7 @@ Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned.
 You say, “End this poem here and
 wait for what’s next.” I will. Poems
 are rough notations for the music we are.
-W A L N U T S
+WALNUTS
 Philosophers have said that we love music
 because it resembles the sphere-sounds
 of union. We’ve been part of a harmony
@@ -526,7 +526,7 @@ You that come to birth and bring the mysteries,
 your voice-thunder makes us very happy.
 Roar, lion of the heart,
 and tear me open!
-N O B E T T E R G I F T
+NO BETTER GIFT
 When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
 marry, at once, quickly,
 for God’s sake!
@@ -551,7 +551,7 @@ for fitting the window, or the latch.
 A thousand half-loves
 must be forsaken to take
 one whole heart home.
-P A T T E R N
+PATTERN
 When love itself comes to kiss you,
 don’t hold back! When the king goes hunting,
   
@@ -564,7 +564,7 @@ spiderwebs of smoke and saliva, fragile
 thought-packets. Leave thinking to the one
 who gave intelligence. Stop weaving,
 and watch how the pattern improves.
-A U C T I O N
+AUCTION
 As elephants remember India
 perfectly, as mind dissolves,
 as song begins, as the glass
@@ -580,7 +580,7 @@ jargon forgotten, and Saladin
 there raising his hand to bid
 on the bedraggled boy Joseph!
   
-Q U I E T N E S S
+QUIETNESS 
 Inside this new love, die.
 Your way begins on the other side.
 Become the sky.
@@ -595,14 +595,13 @@ sign that you’ve died.
 Your old life was a frantic running
 from silence.
 The speechless full moon comes out now.
-S O M E K I S S W E There is some kiss we want
+SOME KISS WE WANT
+There is some kiss we want
 with our whole lives, the touch
 of spirit on the body. Seawater
 begs the pearl to break its shell.
 And the lily, how passionately
 it needs some wild darling!
-W A N T
-  
 At night, I open the window and ask
 the moon to come and press its
 face against mine.
@@ -610,7 +609,7 @@ Breathe into me. Close
 the language-door and open the love-window.
 The moon won’t use the door,
 only the window.
-T H E W A T E R W H E E L
+THE WATER WHEEL
 Stay together, friends.
 Don’t scatter and sleep.
 Our friendship is made
@@ -625,7 +624,7 @@ for what it thinks it wants.
 Stay here, quivering with each moment
 like a drop of mercury.
   
-B L E S S I N G T H E M A R R I A G E
+BLESSING THE MARRIAGE
 This marriage be wine with halvah,
 honey dissolving in milk.
 This marriage be the leaves and fruit
@@ -636,7 +635,7 @@ for us to study. This marriage,
 beauty. This marriage, a moon
 in a light blue sky. This marriage,
 this silence, fully mixed with spirit.
-T W O D A Y S O F S I L E N C E
+TWO DAYS OF SILENCE
 After days of feasting, fast.
 After days of sleeping, stay awake
 one night. After these times of bitter
@@ -657,7 +656,7 @@ A little while alone in your room
 will prove more valuable than anything else
 that could ever be given you.
   
-P A S S A G E I N T O S I L E N C E
+PASSAGE INTO SILENCE
 The essence of darkness is light,
 as oil is the essence of this light.
 You are the origin of all jasmine, narcissi,
@@ -683,7 +682,7 @@ These words are an alternate
 existence. Hear the passage into
 silence and be that.
   
- . A New Life
+A New Life
 As one becomes a lover, duties change to inspirations. Prac-
 tices become dance, poetry, creek music moving along.
 Impossible natural images of transformation appear: candle
@@ -750,7 +749,7 @@ asked me what religion I was. I threw up my hands in the
 who knows gesture. “Good,” he said. “Love is the religion,
 and the universe is the book.”
   
-E S C A P I N G T O T H E F O R E S T
+ESCAPING TO THE FOREST 
 Some souls have gotten free of their bodies.
 Do you see them? Open your eyes for those
 who escape to meet with other escapees,
@@ -769,14 +768,14 @@ Love puts away the instruments
 and takes off the silk robes. Our nakedness
 together changes me completely.
   
-A N Y C H A N C E M E E T I N G
+ANY CHANCE MEETING 
 In every gathering, in any chance meeting
 on the street, there is a shine, an elegance
 rising up. Today I recognized that that
 jewel-like beauty is the presence, our loving
 confusion, the glow in which watery clay gets
 brighter than fire, the one we call the Friend.
-N A S U H ’ S C H A N G I N G
+NASUH'S CHANGING 
 At that moment his spirit grows wings and lifts.
 His ego falls like a battered wall.
 He unites with God, alive,
@@ -795,7 +794,7 @@ What I say makes me drunk.
 Nightingale, iris, parrot, jasmine,
 I speak those languages, along with
 the idiom of my longing for Shamsi Tabriz.
-T H E C I R C L E
+THE CIRCLE
 Is there anything better than selling figs
 to the fig seller?
 That’s how this is.
@@ -828,7 +827,7 @@ the poem again so he can play.
 There is
 no end to anything round.
   
-T H E D E A T H O F S A L A D I N
+THE DEATH OF ALADIN
 You left ground and sky weeping,  
 mind and soul full of grief.
 No one can take your place in existence
@@ -851,7 +850,7 @@ trembles and sobs.
 If you know how to weep for human beings,
 weep for Saladin.
   
-B I R D W I N G S
+BIRD WINGS
 Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
 up to where you’re bravely working.
 Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
@@ -863,7 +862,7 @@ Your deepest presence is in every small
 contracting and expanding,
 the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
 as birdwings.
-T H E S I L E N T A R T I C U L A T I O N O F A F A C E
+THE SILENT ARTICULATION OF A FACE
 Love comes with a knife, not some
 shy question, and not with fears
 for its reputation! I say
@@ -894,7 +893,7 @@ does night go? I have no more words.
 Let soul speak with the silent
 articulation of a face.
   
-T H E A L L U R E O F L O V E
+THE ALLURE OF LOVE
 Someone who does not run
 toward the allure of love walks
 a road where nothing lives.
@@ -902,7 +901,7 @@ But this dove here senses
 the love-hawk floating above
 and waits and will not be driven
 or scared to safety.
-S K Y- C I R C L E S
+SKY-CIRCLES
 The way of love is not
 a subtle argument.
 The door there
@@ -913,7 +912,7 @@ How do they learn that?
 They fall, and falling,
 they’re given wings.
   
-I T H R O W I T A L L A W A Y
+I THROW IT ALL
 You play with the great globe of union,
 you that see everyone so clearly
 and cannot be seen. Even universal
@@ -924,7 +923,7 @@ Spring is a peacock flirting with
 revelation. The rose gardens flame.
 Ocean enters the boat. I throw
 it all away, except this love for Shams.
-Y O U R F A C E
+YOUR FACE
 You may be planning departure, as a human soul
 leaves the world taking almost all its sweetness
 with it. You saddle your horse.
@@ -1043,7 +1042,7 @@ Love says to me, “Good, but you don’t see
 your own beauty. I am the wind
 that mixes in your fire, who stirs
 and brightens, then makes you gutter out.”
-S M O K E
+SMOKE
 Don’t listen to anything I say.
 I must enter the center of the fire.
 Fire is my child, but I must
@@ -1058,8 +1057,7 @@ In the blackness those friends keep arguing.
 Like a wanderer with no face.
 Like the most powerful bird in existence
 sitting on its perch, refusing to move.
-  
-I ’ M N O T S A Y I N G T H I S R I G H T
+I'M NOT SAYING THIS RIGHT
 You bind me, and I tear away in a rage
 to open out into air, a round
 brightness, a candlepoint,
@@ -1076,12 +1074,13 @@ A disbeliever hides disbelief,
 but I will say his secret.
 More and more awake, getting up at night,
 spinning and falling in love with Shams.
-W H O S A Y S W O R D S W I T H M Y Who looks out with my eyes? What is
+WHO SAYS WORDS WITH MY 
+Who looks out with my eyes? What is
 the soul? I cannot stop asking.
 If I could taste one sip of an answer,
 I could break out of this prison for drunks.
   
-M O U T H ?
+MOUTH?
 I didn’t come here of my own accord,
 and I can’t leave that way.
 Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
@@ -1101,7 +1100,7 @@ beneath hurt and grief
 disappears into emptiness
 with a thousand new disguises.
   
-A C A P T O W E A R I N B O T H W O R L D S
+A CAP TO WEAR IN BOTH WORLDS 
 There is a passion in me that doesn’t
 long for anything from another human being.
 I was given something else, a cap to wear
@@ -1122,7 +1121,7 @@ of birds flying,
 each particle circulating on its own.
 Is the one I love everywhere?
   
-F R I N G E
+FRINGE
 You wreck my shop and my house and now my heart,
 but how can I run from what gives me life?
 I’m weary of personal worrying, in love
@@ -1140,7 +1139,7 @@ but the police are drunk too.
 People in this town, we love them
 both like different chess pieces.
   
-T H E A C H E A N D C O N F U S I O N
+THE ACHE AND CONFUSION
 Near the end you saw rose and thorn together,
 evening and morning light commingling.
 You have broken many shapes and stirred
@@ -1153,7 +1152,7 @@ Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
 absentminded. Someone sober
 will worry about things going badly.
 Let the lover be.
-W O N D E R W I T H O U T W I L L P O W E R
+WONDER WITHOUT WILLPOWER
 Love’s way becomes a pen sometimes
 writing g-sounds like gold or r-sounds
 like tomorrow in different calligraphy
@@ -1174,7 +1173,7 @@ not to be resolved. You are not whole
 or ever complete. You are the wonder
 without willpower going where you want.
   
-L I K E L I G H T O V E R T H I S P L A I N
+LIKE LIGHT OVER THIS PLAIN
 A moth flying into the flame says
 with its wingfire, Try this.
 The wick with its knotted neck broken
@@ -1198,7 +1197,7 @@ Everything begs with the silent rocks for you
 to be flung out like light over this plain,
 the presence of Shams.
   
-C A N D L E L I G H T B E C O M E S M O T H
+CANDLE LIGHT BECOMES MOTH
 Inside a lover’s heart there’s another world,
 and yet another.
 Inside the Friend of this community
@@ -1209,7 +1208,7 @@ and there are other ladders as we walk
 the night hearing a voice that talks of forgiveness.
 Inside Shams’s universe candlelight itself
 becomes a moth to die in his candle.
-T H E B A S K E T O F F R E S H B R E A D
+THE BASKET OF FRESH BREAD
 If you want to learn theory,
 talk with theoreticians. That way is oral.
 When you learn a craft, practice it.
@@ -1268,7 +1267,7 @@ be everyone.
 When you become that many, you’re nothing.
 Empty.
   
-T H I S T O R T U R E
+THIS TORTURE
 Why should we tell you our love stories
 when you spill them together like blood in the dirt?
 Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor,
@@ -1289,7 +1288,7 @@ Think that you’re gliding out from the face of a cliff
 like an eagle. Think you’re walking
 like a tiger walks by himself in the forest.
 You’re most handsome when you’re after food.
-T H E P U B L I C B A T H
+THE PUBLIC BATH
 Imagine the phenomenal world as a furnace
 heating water for the public bath.
 Some people carry baskets of dung
@@ -1324,7 +1323,7 @@ and emptying out of purification.
 As the sun dries wet dung to make it
 ready to heat water, so dazzling
 sparks fly from the burning filth.
-M A S H A L L A H
+MASHALLAH
 There’s someone swaying by your side,
 lips that say Mashallah, Mashallah.
 Wonderful. God inside attraction.
@@ -1338,7 +1337,7 @@ Say mercy, mercy to the one who guides
 your soul, who keeps time.
 Move, make a mistake, look
 up. Checkmate.
-S P I R I T A N D B O DY
+SPIRIT AND BODY
 Don’t feed both sides of yourself equally.
 The spirit and the body carry different loads
 and require different attentions.
@@ -1348,7 +1347,7 @@ run loose in the pasture.
 Don’t make the body do
 what the spirit does best, and don’t put a big load
 on the spirit that the body could easily carry.
-B R E A D M A K I N G
+BREADMAKING
 There was a feast. The king was in his cups.
 He saw a learned scholar walking by.
 “Bring him in and give him some of this fine wine.”
@@ -1407,7 +1406,7 @@ but it’s basically the same,
 and remember, the way
 you make love is the way God will be with you.
   
-S E X U A L U R G E N C Y A N D T R U E V I R I L I T Y
+SEXUAL URGENCY AND TRUE VIRILITY
 Someone offhand to the Caliph of Egypt,
 “The King of Mosul
 has a concubine like no other. She looks like this!”
@@ -1552,7 +1551,7 @@ The intensity
 of the Captain’s libido is less than a husk compared
 to the Caliph’s nobility in ending the cycle
 of sowing lust and reaping secrecy and meanness.
-T W O W AY S O F R U N N I N G
+TWO WAYS OF RUNNING
 A certain man had a jealous wife and a very
 appealing maidservant.
 The wife was careful not to leave
@@ -1623,7 +1622,7 @@ People who repress desires
 often turn, suddenly,
 into hypocrites.
   
-C L O S E TO B E I N G T R U E
+CLOSE TO BEING TRUE
 How can we know the divine qualities
 from within? If we know only
 through metaphors, it’s like when
@@ -1634,7 +1633,7 @@ comes with being inside the pleasure.
 Whatever you say about mysteries,
 I know or I don’t know, both are close
 to being true. Neither is quite a lie.
-W H AT H U R T S T H E S O U L ?
+WHAT HURTS THE SOUL
 We tremble, thinking we’re about to dissolve
 into nonexistence, but nonexistence
 fears even more that it might be given human form!
@@ -1655,13 +1654,14 @@ from the mystery tell us things.
 Love is the mother. We are her children.
 She shines inside us, visible-invisible,
 as we lose trust or feel it start to grow again.
-H I D D E N Hiding is the hidden purpose
+HIDDEN
+Hiding is the hidden purpose
 of creation. Bury your seed
 and wait. After you die, all
 the thoughts you had will
 throng around like children.
 The heart is the secret inside
-I N S I D E
+INSIDE
 the secret. Call the secret
 language and never be sure
 what you conceal. It’s unsure
@@ -1702,10 +1702,10 @@ in the pomegranate flowers.
 If you do not come, these do not matter.
 If you do come, these do not matter.
   
-W H O M A K E S Who makes these changes?
+WHO MAKES
+Who makes these changes?
 I shoot an arrow right.
 It lands left.
-T H E S E C H A N G E S ?
 I ride after a deer and find myself
 chased by a hog.
 I plot to get what I want
@@ -1714,7 +1714,7 @@ I dig pits to trap others
 and fall in.
 I should be suspicious
 of what I want.
-D R O W N I N G
+DROWNING
 What can I say to someone so curled up
 with wanting, so constricted
 in his love? Break your pitcher
@@ -1726,9 +1726,10 @@ Like a pure spirit lying down, pulling
 its body over it, like a bride her husband
 for a cover to keep her warm.
   
-T H E D O G Now, what if a dog’s owner
+THE DOG
+Now, what if a dog’s owner
 were not able to control it?
-P R O B L E M
+PROBLEM
 A poor dervish might appear: the dog storms out.
 The dervish says, “I take refuge with God
 when the dog of arrogance attacks,”
@@ -1741,7 +1742,7 @@ This is how animal energy becomes monstrous
 and ruins your life’s freshness and beauty.
 Think of taking this dog
 out to hunt! You’d be the quarry.
-Z I K R
+ZIKR
 A naked man jumps in the river, hornets swarming
 above him. The water is the zikr,
 remembering, There is no reality but God.
@@ -1776,7 +1777,7 @@ Take hold the neck. Use a bridle. Be sensible.
 Then ride! There is a need for self-denial.
 Don’t be contemptuous of old obediences. They help.
   
-T H E C O R E O F M A S C U L I N I T Y
+THE CORE OF MASCULINITY
 The core of masculinity does not derive
 from being male, nor friendliness
 from those who console.
@@ -1792,13 +1793,13 @@ Pray for a tough instructor
 to hear and act and stay within you.
 We have been busy accumulating solace.
 Make us afraid of how we were.
-C L E A R B E I N G
+CLEAR BEING
 I honor those who try
 to rid themselves of lying,
 who empty the self
 and have only clear being there.
   
-T H E S O U L’ S F R I E N D
+THE SOUL'S FRIEND
 Listen to your essential self, the Friend.
 When you feel longing, be patient,
 and also prudent, moderate with eating and drinking.
@@ -1819,7 +1820,7 @@ Some invitations sound like the fowler’s whistle
 to the quail, friendly, but not quite
 how you remember the call of your soul’s Friend.
   
-L O N G I N G
+LONGING
 Longing is the core of mystery.
 Longing itself brings the cure.
 The only rule is, Suffer the pain.
@@ -1830,7 +1831,7 @@ The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
 We must get up to take that in,
 that wind that lets us live.
 Breathe, before it’s gone.
-W H AT D R A W S YO U ?
+WHAT DRAWS YOU? 
 There are two types on the path, those
 who come against their will, the blindly religious,
 and those who obey out of love.
@@ -1844,7 +1845,7 @@ into whatever draws them to God.
 Both are drawn from the source.
 Any motion is from the mover.
 Any love from the beloved.
-F E A R
+FEAR
 Everyone can see how they have polished the mirror
 of the self, which is done with the longings
 we’re given.
@@ -1857,7 +1858,7 @@ for being human.
 In battle, one runs fearing
 for his life. Another, just as scared, turns
 and fights more fiercely.
-A T E A C H E R ’ S PAY
+A TEACHER'S PAY
 God has said Be moderate with eating and drinking,
 but never, Be satisfied when taking in light.
 God offers a teacher the treasures of the world,
@@ -1867,7 +1868,7 @@ to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants
 only to be in love’s presence, that ocean
 whose depth will never be known.
   
-L O O K I N G I N TO T H E C R E E K
+LOOKING INTO THE CREEK
 The way the soul is with the senses and the intellect
 is like a creek.
 When desire weeds grow thick,
@@ -1887,7 +1888,7 @@ and it’s lucid dreaming.
 The gates made of light
 swing open.
 You see in.
-T H E P O L I S H E R
+THE POLISHER
 As everything changes overnight, I praise
 the breaking of promises.
 Whatever love wants,
@@ -1910,7 +1911,7 @@ and separate beings too,
 as the polisher melts
 in the mirror’s face.
    
-B U R N T K A B O B
+BURNT KABOB
 Last year, I admired the wines. This,
 I’m wandering inside the red world.
 Last year, I gazed at the fire,
@@ -1932,7 +1933,7 @@ quit being sad. Hear blessings
 dropping their blossoms
 around you. God.
    
-S I T T I N G I N T H E O R C H A R D
+SITTING IN THE ORCHARD
 A man sits in an orchard, fruit trees full
 and the vines plump. He has his head
 on his knee; his eyes are closed.
@@ -1949,7 +1950,7 @@ We laugh and feel happy or sad over all this.
 Try instead to get a scent
 of the true orchard. Taste the vineyard
 within the vineyard.
-T H E P R I N C E O F K A B U L
+THE PRINCE OF KABUL
 Here is a story of a young prince who suddenly sees
 that the ambitious world is a big game
 of king of the mountain, a boy scrambling up
@@ -2078,7 +2079,6 @@ compassion for this suffering?” He answers,
 “To your eyes this is a drought. To me,
 it’s a form of God’s joy. Everywhere
 in this desert I see green corn growing
-   
 waist-high, a sea-wilderness of young ears
 greener than leeks. I reach to touch them.
 How could I not! You and your friends
@@ -2109,7 +2109,7 @@ from under a felt covering. Think how
 it will be when the whole thing is open
 to the air and sunlight! There are
 mysteries I’m not telling you.
-T H E W R I S T
+THE WRIST
 Who are you? The inner vision of consciousness?
 The heart? A sacred half-light, are you that?
 Do you grow gatherings? Are you a friend
@@ -2127,12 +2127,12 @@ where one love story changes to another.
 I remember that with these words brought here
 by a falcon from the wrist of Shams.
    
-T H E If the beloved is everywhere,
+If the beloved is everywhere,
 the lover is a veil,
 but when living itself
 becomes the Friend,
 lovers disappear.
-K I N G , T H E H A N D M A I D E N , A N D T H E D O C TO R
+KING, THE HANDMAIDEN AND THE DOCTOR
 Do you know why your soul-mirror
 does not reflect as clearly as it might?
 Because rust has begun to cover it.
@@ -2313,7 +2313,8 @@ Keep knocking, and the joy inside
 will eventually open a window
 and look out to see who’s there.
    
-T H E G E N E R AT I O N S Yesterday the beauty of early dawn
+THE GENERATIONS 
+Yesterday the beauty of early dawn
 came over me, and I wondered who
 my heart would reach toward. Then
 this morning again and you. Who
@@ -2322,12 +2323,13 @@ ground move me mightily because
 they’re pregnant with love, love
 pregnant with God. These are the
 early morning generations I praise.
-I P R A I S E
-O N E S W AY I N G Love is not condescension, never
+I PRAISE
+ONE SWAYING
+Love is not condescension, never
 that, nor books, nor any marking
 on paper, nor what people say of
 each other. Love is a tree with
-B E I N G
+BEING
 branches reaching into eternity
 and roots set deep in eternity,
 and no trunk! Have you seen it?
@@ -2344,7 +2346,7 @@ Shams Tabriz, the secret of God.
 Held like this, to draw in milk,
 no will, tasting clouds of milk,
 never so content.
-H A N G O V E R R E M O R S E
+HANGOVER MORSE 
 Muhammad said, “Three kinds of people
 are particularly pathetic. The powerful man
 out of power, the rich man with no money,
@@ -2358,7 +2360,7 @@ the way he cries out for the majesty
 he’s lost,
 give me that longing!
    
-S O U L , H E A R T, A N D B O DY O N E M O R N I N G
+SOUL, HEART AND BODY ONE MORNING
 There’s a morning where presence comes over you,
 and you sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape.
 Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins
@@ -2392,7 +2394,7 @@ Judge a moth by the beauty of its candle.
 Shams is invisible because he is inside sight.
 He is the intelligent essence
 of what is everywhere at once, seeing.
-H U S A M
+HUSAM
 There is a way of passing away from the personal,
 a dying that makes one plural.
 A gnat lights in buttermilk to become nourishment
@@ -2420,7 +2422,7 @@ they can die. A great soul approaches
 Shams. What are you doing here?
 Answer: What is there to do?
    
-T H AT Q U I C K
+THAT QUICK
 A lover looks at creekwater and wants to be
 that quick to fall, to kneel, then all
 the way down in full prostration.
@@ -2433,7 +2435,7 @@ in the river! Your shame and fear
 are like felt layers covering coldness.
 Throw them off, and rush naked
 into the joy of death.
-E M P T Y B O AT
+EMPTY BOAT
 Some huge work goes on growing.
 How could one person’s words matter?
 Where you walk heads pop from the ground.
@@ -2448,7 +2450,7 @@ In the slaughterhouse of love they kill only
 the best, none of the weak or deformed.
 Don’t run away from this dying.
 Whoever’s not killed for love is dead meat.
-I T R U S T YO U
+I TRUST YOU
 The soul is a newly skinned hide, bloody
 and gross. Work on it with manual discipline,
 and the bitter tanning acid of grief.
@@ -2462,7 +2464,6 @@ when you’re beaten, when you hear Checkmate,
 and can finally say with Hallaj’s voice,
 I trust you to kill me.
    
-I M A D U ’ L - M U L K
 Remember the story of the king who is so enraged
 with his close friend that he’s about to kill him!
 A privileged intercessor, Imadu’l-Mulk, steps in
@@ -2530,7 +2531,6 @@ out of love poems is not to tell the full truth. Auden is gay,
 too, in all senses, which adds more depths to his cultural
 work.
    
-K H A R R A Q A N I ’ S M A R R I A G E
 The young seeker wonders, How could a teacher
 lie with that woman! Can a guide agree
 with a thief?
@@ -2553,7 +2553,7 @@ and between them something gets settled.
 Between Pharaoh and Moses,
 the Red Sea.”
    
-H A R S H E V I D E N C E
+HARSH EVIDENCE
 What sort of person says that he or she wants
 to be polished and pure, then complains
 about being handled roughly?
@@ -2566,7 +2566,7 @@ Kiss the snake to discover the treasure!
 Don’t run from those who scold,
 and don’t turn away from cleansing conflict,
 or you will remain weak.
-T H E S T U P I D T H I N G S I ’ V E D O N E
+THE STUPID THINGS I'VE DONE
 Let your sunlight shine on this piece of dung,
 and dry it out, so I can be used
 for fuel to warm a bathhouse.
@@ -2576,7 +2576,7 @@ The sun does this with the ground.
 Think what glories God can make
 from the fertilizer of sinning!
    
-C A N D L E AT N O O N
+CANDLE AT NOON
 A man is wandering the marketplace at noon
 with a candle in his hand, totally ecstatic.
 “Hey,” calls a shopkeeper, “is this a joke?
@@ -2585,14 +2585,14 @@ Who are you looking for?”
 “Well, there are plenty to choose from.”
 “But I want one who can be in anger and desire
 and still be a true human being in the same moment.”
-D E R V I S H E S
+DERVISHES
 When school and mosque and minaret
 get torn down, then dervishes can begin
 their community. Not until faithfulness
 turns to betrayal and betrayal into trust
 can any human being become
 part of the truth.
-D O V E S
+DOVES
 People want you to be happy.
 Don’t keep serving them your pain!
    
@@ -2600,7 +2600,8 @@ If you could untie your wings
 and free your soul of jealousy,
 you and everyone around you
 would fly up like doves.
-W H E N W O R D S A R E T I N G E D W I T H Muhammad gave this indication of how to know
+WHEN WORDS ARE TINGED WITH
+Muhammad gave this indication of how to know
 what’s real. “When you feel
 a peaceful joy, you’re near the truth.
 Unquiet and off center, jealous or greedy,
@@ -2608,13 +2609,13 @@ then what you do seems pretentious
 and those around you insincere.
 Speak the clearest truth you know,
 and let the uneasiness heal.”
-LY I N G
+LYING
 When words are tinged with lying,
 they’re like water dripping into an oil lamp.
 The wick won’t light, and the pleasure
 of your love room will diminish.
    
-T H E R E YO U A R E
+THERE YOU ARE 
 You’re inside every kindness. When a sick
 person feels better, you’re that,
 and the onset of disease too. You’re sudden,
@@ -2695,7 +2696,7 @@ to every question. If you want to
 live your soul, find a friend
 like Shams and stay near.
    
-T H E L O O K T H AT O P E N S
+THE LOOK THAT OPENS
 We wait for inspiration and ask no fee,
 the feel of sacred ambiance being enough.
 So bring your malaise, your dullness,
@@ -2703,7 +2704,7 @@ your callous ingratitude.
 As we meet you, the coming together itself
 will be medicine. We are the cure,
 the look that opens your looking.
-S T R A W A N D G R A S S E S
+STRAW AND GRASSES
 There is no reality but God, says
 the completely surrendered teacher,
 who is an ocean for all beings.
@@ -2736,7 +2737,7 @@ at cats late at night. I have turned over a garbage can and
 eaten chicken bones.” But Lithgow’s face is so close to their
 faces and his intoning such, that the dogs begin to bark
 with the fun of it. It’s hilarious, us forgiving them.
-T H E O C E A N S U R G E
+THE OCEAN SURGE
 I want to be in such passionate adoration
 that my tent gets pitched against the sky!
 Let the beloved come and sit
@@ -2744,7 +2745,7 @@ like a guard dog in front of the tent.
 When the ocean surges, don’t let me
 just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest!
    
-L O V E D O G S
+LOVE DOGS
 One night a man was crying Allah! Allah!
 His lips grew sweet with praising,
 until a cynic said, “So!
@@ -2778,7 +2779,7 @@ No better love than love with no object,
 no more satisfying work than work with no purpose.
 If you could give up tricks and cleverness,
 that would be the cleverest trick!
-A G R E AT W A G O N
+
 When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
 You appear; all studying wanders.
 I lose my place.
@@ -2795,7 +2796,8 @@ as spring begins to move
 like a great wagon.
 Drive slowly. Some of us
 walking alongside are lame.
-B L A S P H E M Y A N D T H E My soul keeps whispering, “Quickly,
+BLASPHEMY AND THE 
+My soul keeps whispering, “Quickly,
 be a wandering dervish, a salamander
 sitting in its homefire. Walk about
 watching the burning turn to roses.
@@ -2807,8 +2809,8 @@ ruins and cemetery trees. They
 can’t help but fly there. For us
 this day is friends sitting together
 with silence shining in our faces.”
-C O R E
-   
+CORE
+
 You’re song,
 a wished-for song.
 Go through the ear to the center
@@ -2835,7 +2837,7 @@ looking for the center, unable
 to find it, draws a blade,
 strikes anywhere.
    
-W O O D E N C A G E S
+WOODEN CAGES
 I may be clapping my hands,
 but I don’t belong to a crowd of clappers.
 Neither this nor that, I’m not part
@@ -2858,7 +2860,7 @@ I don’t want anything from anybody.
 I flow through human beings.
 Love is my only companion.
    
-M O R E R A N G E
+MORE RANGE
 We’re friends with one who kills us,
 who gives us to the ocean waves.
 We love this death. Only ignorance
@@ -2874,11 +2876,12 @@ they’re doing every moment and why.
 Submit to love without thinking, as
 the sun rose this morning recklessly
 extinguishing our star-candle minds.
-AYA Z A N D T H E K I N G ’ S One day the king assembled his courtiers,
+AYAZ AND THE KING'S 
+One day the king assembled his courtiers,
 He handed the minister a glowing pearl.
 “What would you say this is worth?”
 than a hundred donkeys could carry.”
-P E A R L
+PEARL
 “More gold
    
 “Break it!”
@@ -2942,7 +2945,7 @@ through here.
 I feel stunned in this abundance,
 crushed and dead.
    
-H A L L A J
+HALLAJ
 Hallaj said what he said and went to the origin
 through the hole in the scaffold.
 I cut a cap’s worth of cloth from his robe,
@@ -2967,7 +2970,7 @@ has decided to wear me home!”
 A little part of a story, a hint.
 Do you need long sermons on Hallaj?
    
-T H E S O U R C E O F J OY
+THE SOURCE OF JOY 
 No one knows what makes the soul wake up
 so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze
 has blown the veil from the face of God.
@@ -2986,7 +2989,7 @@ Shams sails down clods of dirt
 from the roof, and we take jobs
 as doorkeepers for him.
    
-R O S E S U N D E R F O OT
+ROSE UNDER FOOT 
 The sound of salaams rising as waves
 diminish down in prayer,
 hoping for some trace of the one
@@ -3007,18 +3010,19 @@ How to say this to someone who denies it?
 The robe we wear is the sky’s cloth.
 Everything is soul and flowering.
    
-P O E T R Y
+POETRY
 I open and fill with love
 and what is not love evaporates.
 All the learning in books stays put
 on the shelf. Poetry, the dear
 words and images of song, comes down
 over me like mountain water.
-B I R D S O N G F R O M I N S I D E T H E Sometimes a lover of God may faint
+BIRD SONGS FROM INSIDE 
+Sometimes a lover of God may faint
 in the presence. Then the beloved bends
 and whispers in his ear, “Beggar,
 spread out your robe. I’ll fill it with gold.
-E G G
+EGG
 I’ve come to protect your consciousness.
 Where has it gone? Come back!”
 This fainting is because lovers want so much.
@@ -3037,7 +3041,7 @@ like birdsong beginning inside the egg,
 like this universe coming into existence,
 the lover wakes and whirls in a dancing joy,
 then kneels down in praise.
-E A S T E R N M Y S T E R Y
+EASTERN MYSTERY
 I ask for the laughing, unconventional ones,
 even them, to be broken,
 for blood and sky to become one thing,
@@ -3054,7 +3058,7 @@ and find those who resemble Shams,
 who made Tabriz a source
 of Eastern mystery like China.
    
-N O F L A G
+NO FLAG
 I used to want buyers for my words.
 Now I wish someone would buy me away from words.
 I’ve made a lot of charmingly profound images,
@@ -3086,7 +3090,7 @@ with dignified authority, we are charlatans.
 Or maybe just a goat’s-hair brush in a painter’s hand.
 We have no idea what we are.
    
-M O S E S A N D T H E S H E P H E R D
+MOSES AND THE SHEPERD
 Moses heard a shepherd on the road praying,
 “God,
 where are you? I want to help you, to fix your shoes
@@ -3195,7 +3199,7 @@ how blind that was.
 Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
 They’re in each other all along.
    
-M O R N I N G W I N D
+MORNING WIND
 Wine so bitter all bitterness sweetens,
 a beautiful face growing old.
 The taste of
@@ -3211,7 +3215,7 @@ we’ll stay quiet. Whatever
 you have understood of us, go and tell that
 to the living,
 what we’ve been hiding from them.
-T H E O C E A N ’ S M OT I O N
+THE OCEAN'S MOTION
 Love is an ocean. This wide sky,
 a bit of foam on that.
 Restless as Zuleikha
@@ -3222,7 +3226,6 @@ everything would freeze and be
 still. Instead,
 inorganic grains are entering
 plants. Plants enter animals;
-   
 animals enter
 spirit, and spirit sacrifices itself
 for one breath
@@ -3232,7 +3235,7 @@ winds like a locust swarm its wingrush
 toward perfection,
 each particle purified
 in a song of praise for motion.
-I G N O R A N C E
+IGNORANCE
 I didn’t know love would make me this
 crazy, with my eyes
 like the river Ceyhun
@@ -3261,7 +3264,7 @@ in the ocean
 has made me completely content
 with ignorance.
 
-E Y E S
+EYES
 What is it that sees when vision is clear?
 The core that has no story, has that ever seen anything?
 Surely vision has loyalties.
@@ -3289,7 +3292,7 @@ When you feel your lips becoming infinite
 and sweet, like a moon in a sky,
 when you feel that spaciousness inside,
 Shams of Tabriz will be there too.
-T H E G R A N A R Y
+THE GRANARY
 Sufi masters are those whose spirits existed
 before the world. Before the body,
 they lived many lifetimes. Before seeds
@@ -3334,7 +3337,7 @@ an ant that’s gotten into the granary,
 ludicrously happy, and trying to lug out
 a grain that’s way too big.
    
-T H E G A Z I N G - H O U S E
+THE GAZING-HOUSE
 On the night when you cross the street
 from your shop and your house to the cemetery,
 you’ll hear me hailing you from inside
@@ -3368,7 +3371,7 @@ shall we call this new kind of gazing-house
 that has opened in our town where people
 sit quietly and pour out their glancing
 like light, like answering?
-T H E G U E S T H O U S E
+THE GUEST HOUSE
 This being human is a guest house.
 Every morning a new arrival.
 A joy, a depression, a meanness,
@@ -3395,7 +3398,7 @@ until it’s changing to gold.
 Your loving doesn’t know majesty,
 until it knows its helplessness.
    
-T H E O N E T H I N G YO U M U S T D O
+THE ONE THING YOU MUST DO
 There is one thing in this world you must never
 forget to do. If you forget everything else and not
 this, there’s nothing to worry about, but if you
@@ -3427,7 +3430,7 @@ monial dagger and hammers it into a post for a peg
 to hold his dipper gourd. You’ll be wasting valuable
 keenness and forgetting your dignity and purpose.
    
-T H I S W E H A V E N O W
+THIS WE HAVE NOW
 This we have now
 is not imagination.
 This is not grief,