Standing in the Rain

Standing in the Rain

The hour is late, yet I am unable to sleep. I drag my weary, restless body outside in a stupor as would a somnambulist. The night sky is overcast, but within the clouds, there is a clearing through which shines a full moon of exceptional brightness. The still of the night is shattered by claps of thunder preceded by flashes of lightning.

I appear as a silhouette. But strangely glows the blood coursing through my veins; lava-like orange and burning through its journey within, for it is tainted by the poisons of my demons past.

I step into the open for I crave the rain. I crave the rain for you are in it. Reposed therein is you, the elixir which will provide me with much needed respite from my dolorous plight.

The skies open and the grateful downpour begins. It is you descended from the heavens. Each drop that hits my body turns to vapor as it meets the magma surging within. With each drop, the toxins are further diluted; the venom washes away. For you are in the rain. I am cleansed.

I gather you in my cupped palms, bring you to my lips and drink deeply. From this moment forth, you and I cease to be disjunct; we are melded, coalesced as one.

– Musings of the Deranged Bard
20150227 21:21 hr

Conversation by Bahauddin Valad

Conversation by Bahauddin Valad

“I am subject to various states. In one state I can speak and in another I do not speak. In another I can listen to the stories of other lives and respond to them. In yet another I withdraw to my room and see no one. In a further absorption in God, I am utterly distraught, unable to communicate. It’s too risky for you to come here on the chance I might be amiable enough to have conversation.” — Bahauddin Valad

Coleman Barks explicates this as follows:
Bahauddin lives in his outrageously imperial soul. Degrees of  surrender wash over him like weather. He has no personal control as to when he might be available to give counsel or respond to friends, being always on retreat with his wild inner life. That powerful spontaneity might turn out to be more than a visitor could endure.

p.s.: To the unnamed someone who on hearing this quote indurately remarked “Ah, mood swings!”, I hope this clarifies the experiences that Bahauddin so eloquently expressed. 😉

– Musings of the deranged bard
20141121 17:43 hr

To Feel Your Voice

To Feel Your Voice

Your nescience in regards to ecstasy of your sonorous intonations bereft of the encumbrance of your alluring visage is understandable, so allow me this perspicuous elucidation of the delectation it brings me.

Last night as I heard your voice amidst the distant din of beating drums, it evoked in me an urgent desire and in the short while since, that desire has transfigured into a deep seated yearning.

To lay with one ear against your bare chest and feel the deep rumbling of your cantillation where it originates and is amplified while, my other ear is enraptured in its external manifestation. Intoxicated thus, I would fall into a serene slumber by your side.

– Musings of the deranged bard
20141114 03:40 hr