Let’s Go Heisenberg on the Angst

Lud Dimpfl with Filis Frederick

An Opal to Suddenly Remember

My holy man introduced me
To a friend whose name is Equipoise

He deserves more respect:
I keep him in my pocket

A fine way to treat a friend!
Though he stays affably unflappably there

A Steinway unplayed yet
Unoffended for unattended

Equipoise and I we don’t go way back it’s
True as do I and alabaster

Turquoise moon or sapphire star
But I admire the unhand of mire

When I greet Equipoise like an old pal
An opal to suddenly remember

Who somehow also forgets
About who treats whom how

When things are scary disaster
He simply cuts through to the blue sky

Asking me why do I care?
Is the sky not still standing?

Aren’t amethysts still a pretty purple
And banded agate geodes

Aren’t they still
(As in silence)

Hollow inside
And hallowed?

Hazrat Inayat Khan’s Invocation:

“Towards the one, the perfection of love, harmony and beauty, the only being, united with all the illuminated souls who form the embodiment of the master, the spirit of guidance.”

Hazrat Inayat Khan’s Prescribed Daily Mantra:

“My thoughtful self: Reproach no one. Bear malice towards no one. Hold a grudge against no one. Be wise, tolerant, considerate, polite, and kind to all.”

Gentle Readers,

Sorry Readers.

This last month has been a challenge for me. and I stubbornly refused to post this sans my uusal photo of inroduction. But incredibly I couldn’tremember my compu expert lady’s advice (but she is suddenly awol) anent that and so it’s been postponed to the point that (in my despair) I post it without the photo I would have like to post of my beloved erst Sufi preceptor, Lud Dimpfl.

I do tend to feel I should follow the usual basic format of this blog which then involves starting with a poem that epitomizes my point du jour.  But as you will see (see below) todays

Points are varied.

So I  will choose a poem about attitude since that was the most important advice of my erst sufi preceptor Lud Dimpfl. He was always talking about attitude. So above is my favorite of my attitude poems.

Well this post is past due and would be even paster due if I as usual kind of started from scratch. So THIS TIME I am taking this opportunity to remind readers that there is much MORE TO THIS WEBSITE THAN MY (SORT OF) M0NTHLY BLOG POSTS.  In terms of poems, quotes, and Sufi stories. So here are some select items:

My poem section if you click on it shows headings like these:


That Ironic Stem of Light

I have never liked the phrase
The better angels of our nature and now
I find it was coined by Abraham Lincoln

(Who suspended habeus corpus–
So stuff gets complicated one could argue)

But still it connotes there might be some
Rotten angels in the barrel . . .
Though come to think of it the name Lucifer

Has that ironic stem of light
And then also of course you have Lucy

With her famous football ploy—
Like I say
Things are complicated . . .


“You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog.
But it tends to die on you.”
–E. B. White

An angst observed
Would make a good poem title
Because that would be a constructive thing:

Dissect the crap out of it so it will die
So here’s this:
Let’s go Heisenberg on the angst

Like just now for example
I had a little internal pique brewing
When something was mildly disappointing

Like I was shaking the ketchup bottle
And so I braced myself determined
To give it the front of my hand and when

Whack one hit the jackpot . . .
My angst was palpably disappointed
(Probably because it had wanted to whine some more)


Quizzical Eyes, Inquiring As to Your Faith

Life is like a cat sometimes
In your lap perhaps spurred on or purred out
She jumps off preferring the couch

And with muzzle-snide paw-licking slaps
Asides that seem such a cruel
And pale wraith of former moments

With cat larynx spherical music
Which champagne had gone
To your head but then you wake

And she’s in your lap again
With quizzical eyes
Inquiring as to your faith

Quizzical Eyes, Inquiring As to Your Faith


Wondering Now About Divine Communication

(To Lud)*“The one whom I have called God, whose personality I haverecognized, and whose pleasure or displeasure I have sought, hasbeen seeing His life through my eyes, has been hearing throughmy ears. It was His breath that came through my breathing . . . “
         –Hazrat Inayat Khan  (The Personality of God)

When I was a Sufi and I needed
To call my preceptor for advice
Even though he was at his work
He would sound like an excited child
At the prospect of an Eric interaction

One wonders about if God hears prayers
The same way as Lud (rhymes with blood)
Did my need for advice
And as for the advice
(Wondering now about divine communication)

It didn’t come in words
Even with Lud
His attitude was all I needed
And God Lud said is all about attitude:
The beatitude of love


Courage Is a Thing to Look Beyond

“Be valiant, and powerful forces will come to your aid.”

Courage is a thing to look beyond:
I think it’s just a bent grass blade
For Aragorn* to track
But Aragorn can do that

And he isn’t even God not yet
Yes things aren’t what they seem
And my probably Midas hunch
(Or call it an angel in a dream)

Is that just beyond certain thresholds
Which divide this world
From the next most real one
Is a diaphanous (light-porous) screen

And on the other side this courage
Is something else:
A sweet smile perhaps
The smell of a rose . . .

*A hero of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings

Bumper Stickers:

It’s Never Too Late to Have a Happy Childhood

Don’t Believe Everything You Think

The Floggings Will Continue Until Morale Improves

Let Go Let God

Other Quotes

“I cut it and cut it and it’s still too short.”
–Old Carpenter Joke

“My friends tell me I’m asking for a lot. Are you a lot?”
–A line in a personals ad

“You don’t paint objects, you paint the way the light strikes them. Paint the light.”
–Bertram Abramson

“A thing can be explained only by what is more subtle than itself: there is nothing subtler than love; by what then, shall love be explained?”
–Abu ‘L–Hasan Sumnun (As related in Al-Hujwiri’s Kasfh Al-Mahjub –The Revelation of the Mystery–Circa 1100 A.D.)


Related by Joseph Campbell

      “There is a charming story told of the great nineteenth century Indian saint Ramakrishna. A lady came to him in some distress because she realized that she did not actually love and truly worship God. ‘Is there, then, nothing you love?’ He asked her; and when she replied that she loved her baby nephew, ‘There,’ said he, ‘there is your Krishna, your Beloved. In your service to him, you are serving God.’ ”

(from Myths to Live By)

Stories Related by Murshida Ivy Duce of Sufism Reoriented

      A story Murshida Ivy Duce used to tell about Meherjee, one of the  mandali of  Indian (Parsi) mystic, Meher Baba. She had always an odd feeling that there was some wonderful thing of peace about him but she couldn’t put her finger on it and then one day she said, “I have it!  He never worries!”

And when she confronted Meherjee about that worrying thing, he said, “Of course not! The master forbids it!”

 At sea amid a violent storm which threatened to capsize the ship, a woman asks the captain what is to be their fate.
He replies, “Can’t say, Ma’am.  It’s in the hands of God!”
To which she replied, “Oh! It’s as bad as that?”

Story Related by Hazrat Inayat Khan

      The Prophet (Mohammed) and his companion Siddiq were hiding behind a rock when a troop of men were following to attack them and when the noise of the hoofs of horses came to their ears, Siddiq said, “Hark they are coming!”

 “Why fear?” said the Prophet.

“They are very near!”

 “What matter?” said the Prophet.

 Siddiq said, “They are many and we are only two.”

 “No”, said the Prophet,“We are three: you and I and God.”

God be with you,

Eric Halliwell

*My old and yet beloved Sufi preceptor, Lud Dimpfl.

About Eric Halliwell

I am the creator and sustainer of rumi-nations.com, a website which features (among a few other things, like interesting and inspiring quotes, and Sufi stories) my poetry and illustrative blog posts, about one 1000 word essay a month. It is Sufi-themed, probably because for seven years I was an officially initiated Sufi mureed, in San Francisco circa 1970’s. My poetry has appeared in these publications: Penwood Review, Ascent Aspirations, Umbrella Journal, wordcatalyst.com (since defunct), Shine Journal, Ashé Journal, Berkeley Poetry Review, and Tipton Poetry Journal. I can be reached at estlin3@yahoo.com.

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