Heart~Feast
No One Shares Empty Bowls With Their Friends
This poem came from one of those mornings when something reminds me to offer myself to the world. I was thinking about Rumi’s Guest House, and Chickpea to Cook, and I was thinking about about the Sufi tradition of radical hospitality—not just toward strangers, but toward every mood, every version of ourselves, every unexpected guest that arrives at the door of our attention.
What would it mean to stop devouring life and instead become nourishment?
what golden greatness spreads out from the Heart~ touching identity and melting it into sunlight licking at your voice until your words become wind extending desert solitude into seafoam from breaking waves upon the shore ask the sands of time how best to live between the coast of the Heart and the cliffs of the mind in timeless harmony with the infinite. find the volcano's breath sauntering through mountain ridges caressing leaves in every forest extend your fingers and touch my brow with sunset dress carefully in your own soft and gentle words or amble naked in this silence the moon drops in the street leave the home of lust and greed~ of scarcity and word~men sing upon the rooftop with the stars and create constellations from your eyes. move from voracious devouring to becoming true-sweet nourishment for the world see all that comes from simply being each moment, each intersection, each interaction is pure beauty~ pure presence~ true and good~ loving~kindness radiating from every fiber of your being asking nothing further, simply breathing. no one shares empty bowls with their friends we share beauty, love, kindness, compassion and nourishment with our traveling guest~companions each of these pilgrims comes seeking the soul's water with each step and phrase~ deepening into beauty and Love play the drum of belonging and pour the wine of yourself freely all flavors are welcome at this Heart-feast sing to me of the mountain and wash~play in this river of friendship. we've moved from the haggling and the joke-making into the home of truth, beauty, and light~ grateful for whatever and whoever comes each version of ourselves that comes seeking refuge and nourishment and every version who wants to play and sing and dance each change of the wind's direction~ clearing the old and making beautiful space for presence and peace each moment of sunrise and the changing colors~ each laughing raindrop, each being evolving delighting in this reverence of life our symphony continues even in the seeming pauses between phrases connect, laugh, dance, and touch eyes with me sing all the holy names just to feel them in your chest lay down to rest in the perfect ease and calm that occurs when you fully feel at home anywhere and everywhere let the individual-you sleep while the everything-you comes fully alive.
Thank you for reading,
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With all my love,
Awe
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Beautiful meditation on Sufi hospitality. That shift from consuming to becoming nourishment really reframes how we show up day to day. Reminds me of moments when I stopped trying to extract value from interactions and just tried beingpresent. The imagery around the empty bowl hits hard tho.