Vagabond Mantras

by Rumi


There is a desert.

I long to be walking,

a wide emptiness,

peace beyond any understanding of it.


Out beyond ideas of

wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field.

I’ll meet you there.


by Yunus Emre

I have no religion;

My religion is love.

I have no nation;

My nation is humanity.


by Ashe Vagabond

Lost, and I don’t care;

count the lies I believed

when I knew my way.

*  *  *

I was watching clouds open,

wide-mouthed and yawning.

*  *  *

At the end of the journey

of my life,

I found myself

where I had begun.


By Mr. H.

Plain like these clothes. You and I.
No more. No home. None the less. More so,
But when we fall!
Oh the glory — the vanity!
Cheers flow. Crowds crawl. Babies brawl!
Insanity — Pornography – Make war!
— watching us fall.
At the edge of one day,
we will go back, and vanish no more
but where?
— Robert!
Maybe not willingly.
Sad. Broken. Nevertheless.
In tears. In plain. And perhaps,
in Vain?
Vagabond, you and I
We will find
-a- home
one day.


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