The Lost Sufi

Mystical poems on vanishing into the Beloved

These poems are not maps, for there is nowhere to go. They are the footprints of someone who wandered looking for the Beloved, only to find the Beloved was the wanderer, the road, and the dust beneath the feet. In the style of the great mystics they move through stages of longing, turning, union, dissolving, and finally, resting in the Endless Now. May they remind you that the cup you hold and the ocean you seek are not two.

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Lost Sufi

The Cup and the Ocean

Poems on the Vanishing of the Self in the Beloved

Part I – The Longing

The call of the soul before the union, the ache of separation that is itself the first touch of the Beloved.

Part II – The Turning

The seeker begins to realize the Beloved is not elsewhere. The distance starts to dissolve.

Part III – The Union

The wave meets the sea and recognizes its own salt. The seeker and the sought merge into one taste.

Part IV – The One Taste

There is no “two” to unite. The Beloved is all, in all, as all.

Part V – The Vanishing Point

Even unity dissolves. There is no self, no other; only traceless presence.

Part VI – The Laughter of the One

The Beloved plays with itself in all forms. Divine mischief fills the world.

Part VII – Endless Now

The journey ends before it began. There is no seeker, no path: only the timeless natural state.