Love Dogs

Love Dogs

One night a man was crying Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with praising,
until a cynic said, “So!
I’ve heard you calling our, but have you ever
gotten any response?”

The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.

“Why did you stop praising?” “Because
I’ve never heard anything back.”

“This longing you express
is the return message.”

The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.

There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.

Give your life
to be one of them.

Dee67 Dee67
41-45, F
2 Responses Nov 23, 2011

Thanks for posting this Dee x

(((hugs))) Tassie. Geoff would have loved this too, I think. He was a real philosophical thinker. He's with us now, I feel it. :)

Beautiful, satchelrose! Indeed, there is beauty in sorrow and grief. As Kahlil Gibran so eloquently puts it:<br />
<br />
"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.<br />
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.<br />
And how else can it be?<br />
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.<br />
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?<br />
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?<br />
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.<br />
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."<br />
~ Kahlil Gibran