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Thursday, April 19, 2018

Ask in Faith with Thanksgiving

Ask in Faith with Thanksgiving Be not at a loss but, in all things let your needs be known. Ask in Faith, knowing that you have already, all that you need. So give thanks as if you have already received. Watch the Blessings flow. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

So Thankfull

So Thankful It takes me by surprise, This feeling of thankfulnee. It is a special warm glow of joy; That rises through me like smoke from a sacred fire. i never expected all this blessing in my golden years. In fact, I had prepared To be content with poverty. Never, in my wildest fantasies Did I dream, I would own My own place, A Home Sweet Home. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Two Ships A'Sailing

Two Ships A'sailing I saw two ships sailing in the distance. As they grew closer, they began to fill my sky. I saw two ships and, in my mind, I joined them as crew. Now eyes closed, white sails unfurled, I breathe deeply of salty, wet air. I saw two tall sailing ships, but, alas, I am retired. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 16, 2018

Where Are, My Love?

Where Are, My Love? When I rise in extasy where are you, my Beloved? When my soul is dragging on the floor, Where are you, My Beloved? I need to touch and to be touched. So, where are you, My Beloved? Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Birds Outside My Window

Birds Outside My Window I sit making words on this electronic typing machine. Outside my open window, the birds call the sun to rise. We all speak of The glory of God. © 2018 Shamsujim. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 9, 2018

Watching the News at Three AM

Watching the News at Three AM I love rising early and watching the news. I love rising early and writing my views. I love rising early and saying my prayers. I love rising early and sharing my cares. I love rising early and sipping my jo. I love rising early get up my go. I love rising early. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Cup O Jo

Cup O Jo My morning cup, a wakeup call to a new day of blessing light. My morning jo, a blessing in itself. My first morning cup of black magic gives hope for this day. Thank you, Creator for this sacred bean. Thank you for the ones that first learned to roast them. May my first sip each morning, remind me of Thy Love, O Holy Precious One. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Cup O Jo

Cup O Jo My morning cup, a wakeup call to a new day of blessing light. My morning jo, a blessing in itself. My first morning cup of black magic gives hope for this day. Thank you, Creator for this sacred bean. Thank you for the ones that first learned to roast them. May my first sip each morning, remind me of Thy Love, O Holy Precious One. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

I Begin My Day in Forgiveness

BEGIN THE DAY IN FORGIVENESS I begin my prayers with estaughforallah 1 God, forgive me Help me get my ego out of your way. The Tora says, If you look upon God, you wll surely die. Sufis say Amin! We say that one cannot see God until the one who desires it, disappearso so that there is only God, Only God. © 2018 Shamsujim 1. Estaughforallah is Arabic meaning God forgive me and help me get my ego out of your way. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 2, 2018

Just Woke Up

Just Woke Up Slept more the usual last night. Guess I needed to catch up. But I am in a fog So, maybe I got too much sleep. I do think that sleep is overrated. There will come a day when we sleep no more. Or... some say we will sleep forever. Shams does not know about these things. All I know is this: Until I commune with God this morning, the fog remains. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Amusing Muse

Amusing Muse Sometimes my Muse amazes me. She is so amusing, In those precious moments I am amused by my Muse. That in itself, is Amusing to the point of my amazement at the constant Amusement of life. I muse over the amusing nature of this heartmate, my Muse. And, amazingly, that amuses me much! © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Who You Know

Who You Know They say it is who you know that counts. I say it IS who you know that counts; As well as who knows you. Do you know your Creator? Hu knows you. Do you spend time with this Holy One? It takes some time to know this One. Do you converse? Do you listen for a response? Shams says that to know this One is all. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Druggie Are Are Just Generous to a Faukt

Druggies Are Generous Among my many friends, My druggies give the best hugs. They are generous to a fault. It is just that fault that gets them in trouble. Know when to say NO. share a beer or glass of wine; Share a cocktail, sweet strong. But maybe one is enough or perhaps two. Shams had a drink with love's daughter... that was enough for the rest of his Life. - © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 19, 2018

I'm Happy Goodamnit!

I'm Happy, Goodamnit I am happy, Goodamnit. No I am more than that; I am joy-filled. some might even call me manic, and God knows I have been depressed. I can barely remember that state. I woke early Shams has already been to the tavern, the tavern of love-drunk dervishes. Those drunkards drank love's cup all night long. In two rounds, Shams caught up. Now, there is only raucous singing and dancing. No wonder I am blessed. © 2018 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Time for a Poem

Time for a Poem You know it is time for a poem when: Your soul begins to stir, and if ignored turns into an ache. Something growing deep in the darkest caves of your mind Yearns for the light of day. It will be born; help or get out of the way. After the anguish, the screams of pain; a child is born. In words lofty and low. Here is the expression of my soul yearning to be born. Now singing its freedom song. © 2018 Shamsujim © Sign in to see full entry.

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