Transmission – the Bride and Bridegroom.


Conduct is, via a duct,
Energy that is transmitted;
Love is conducive to light
An aqueous conduction of true duco
To lead on the march
To marry a wife
To command

The Commander of the Faithful
is married to matter
as a Husband is to a Wife
Returning Hu’s band,
allowed, so perm and vary….
Events surface in service
as She instigates Their illumination

Density pretends to be grave
Gravity pretends to be important
Accusing lightness of shallowness,
Until a condensing of Dew
Restores due proportion
To any quasi seriousness
To any gravitas of self-importance

(Inspired by and dedicated to, my wife Sa’ida)

The Sufi Map of the Self

I just finished The Sufi Map of the Self by Haeri, Shaykh Fadhlalla on Kindle for Android!

This book is just magnificent …. I managed to complete the assignments, they have helped me to remember that whether adept our beginner, the Way is given and has to be received as a gift. The Way is Love, it is practical, travel it.

A worder’s invitation ….

In the beginning is the Word …. In the end is the Word …. now is the Word ….

A worder knows how to work with letters,
Letters let matter happen;
matters expect words to happen.
A worder husbands words for Love,
They are his sheep.
The worder knows the double you order,
The transparency,
Knows the ebb and flow of light ….
When there is no worder working,
Words can empty, break and fail.

I am a worder …. I am in Hull ….
Come to Hull ….
A conversation in my taxi,
Simply pay as you go,
An hour or a day, whatever you say
Move your mountain,
Come to Hull
One, two or three at a time ….
While there is still time ….
Come ….

Or, for more formal treatment
A counsellor can be found
Online, or on Hull’s own ground,
DRT – Diction Resolution Therapy

What is the post-code of Hull?
HU ….
What is my post-code?
HU11 ….


(poem 161 by Rumi translated by AJ Arberry ISBN 0-226-73151-0)



The world thinks me stupid to waste my energy on the invisible unprovable promise of prophetic line, so what?
The world says flaunt yourself to make an impact to maximise profit, to sell, sell, sell your way to hell: so what?
Am I sorry? Sorry not to have sold my intelligence quotient of 164 for the pile of gold it could have bought, absolutely not, so what?
I have made mistakes and I approach my destiny free from worry. The mark of sanity is to be able to stop. I don’t have to make a fool of myself trying to fit any more into the impossible expectations of deniers or expecters, so what?

Now ….

Back to the future of 22/12/17 …. addendum

As the events unfold, my idiocy seems less idiotic, as the crisis deepens, my foolishness stands clear.

To make a mistake is necessary to learn anything.

To commit an offence is sometimes unavoidable in law and within the changeability of cultural dynamics.

To keep doing the same thing expecting a different result, is insane according to Einstein.

To imagine that you are actually in Humankind, when in fact you are still in Mankind, is to imagine that one word is exactly the same as another.