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The do's and don'ts, of life's hazy meandering between ignorance and boasts - while in the temporary service of the flesh, warring against time, impermanence, authority, ideas and 'other eople', who are 'us' - on a different day, at a similar hour - by Wolf Scherman

This work commences with, arguably two of the greatest influences and inspiration that reaches across from a forgotten time, lost in antiquity and obscured by all that is held as good, right, true and useful, for a modern mind - namely Marcus Aurelius and Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī. These serves as framework for Wolf Scherman's poetry.


Marcus Aurelius

Marcus Aurelius was Roman emperor from 161 to 180, ruling jointly with Lucius Verus until Verus' death in 169 and jointly with his son, Commodus, from 177. He was the last of the so-called Five Good Emperors. He was a practitioner of Stoicism, and his untitled writing, commonly known as Meditations, is a significant source of our modern understanding of ancient Stoic philosophy. It is considered by many commentators to be one of the greatest works of philosophy. During his reign, the Roman Empire defeated a revitalized Parthian Empire in the East: Aurelius' general Avidius Cassius sacked the capital Ctesiphon in 164. In central Europe, Aurelius fought the Marcomanni, Quadi, and Sarmatians with success during the Marcomannic Wars, although the threat of the Germanic peoples began to represent a troubling reality for the Empire. A revolt in the East led by Avidius Cassius failed to gain momentum and was suppressed immediately. Persecution of Christians increased during his reign. His death in 180 is widely cited as the end of the Pax Romana and the increasing instability in the west that followed has traditionally been seen as the beginning of the eventual Fall of the Western Roman Empire.


Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (Persian: جلال‌الدین محمد رومی), also known as Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī (جلال‌الدین محمد بلخى), and more popularly simply as Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian Sunni Muslim poet, jurist, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Rumi's influence transcends national borders and ethnic divisions: Iranians, Tajiks, Turks, Greeks, Pashtuns, other Central Asian Muslims, and the Muslims of South Asia have greatly appreciated his spiritual legacy for the past seven centuries. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages and transposed into various formats. Rumi has been described as the most popular poet as well as best selling poet.

Wolf Sherman

Has a lengthy history with - and still has some affiliations with both the Finance, Banking & Insurance Industries, Safety and Security Sectors, where his activities revolved around Politically-Motivated-Crime Investigations, Pathology, Serious Economic Offences Investigations, Intelligence gathering, Riot and Crowd Control, Commercial and Military firearm, ammunition and explosive identification, and still acts as Ad-Hoc Consultant for Tax and Insurance related investigations. His passion for the mechanics of corporates and commerce, religious history, pathology and psychology are interwoven in his poetry and fiction.

Marcus Aurelius

You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love ...

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The best revenge is to be un. him who performed the injury.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Our life is what our thoughts make it.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

If someone is able to show me that what I think or do is not right, I will happily change, for I seek the truth, by which no one was ever truly harmed. It is the person who continues in his self-deception and ignorance who is harmed.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

If it is not right do not do it; if it is not true do not say it.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself in your way of thinking.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinion of himself than on the opinion of others.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The best revenge is not to be . your enemy.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize?

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

When another blames you or hates you, or people voice similar criticisms, go to their souls, penetrate inside and see what sort of people they are. You will realize that there is no need to be racked with anxiety that they should hold any particular opinion about you.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The first rule is to keep an untroubled spirit. The second is to look things in the face and know them for what they are.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Death hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be good.

Marcus Aurelius

Begin each day by telling yourself: Today I shall be meeting with interference, ingratitude, insolence, disloyalty, ill-will, and selfishness – all of them due to the offenders’ ignorance of what is good or evil.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Here is a rule to remember in future, when anything tempts you to feel bitter: not "This is misfortune," but "To bear this worthily is good fortune.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

How much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbour says or does or thinks, but only at what he does himself, to make it just and holy.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself: the people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous and surly. They are . this because they can't tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own - not of the same blood and birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine. And so none of them can hurt me. No one can implicate me in ugliness. Nor can I feel angry at my relative, or hate him. We were born to work together . feet, hands and eyes, . the two rows of teeth, upper and lower. To obstruct each other is unnatural. To feel anger at someone, to turn your back on him: these are unnatural.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Do every act of your life as though it were the very last act of your life.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future too.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

What we do now echoes in eternity.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Do not indulge in dreams of having what you have not, but reckon up the chief of the blessings you do possess, and then thankfully remember how you would crave for them if they were not yours.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

For it is in your power to retire into yourself whenever you choose.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Begin each day by telling yourself: Today I shall be meeting with interference, ingratitude, insolence, disloyalty, ill-will, and selfishness – all of them due to the offenders’ ignorance of what is good or evil. But for my part I have long perceived the nature of good and its nobility, the nature of evil and its meanness, and also the nature of the culprit himself, who is my brother (not in the physical sense, but as a fellow creature similarly endowed with reason and a share of the divine); therefore none of those things can injure me, for nobody can implicate me in what is degrading. Neither can I be angry with my brother or fall foul of him; for he and I were born to work together, . a man’s two hands, feet or eyelids, or the upper and lower rows of his teeth. To obstruct each other is against Nature’s law – and what is irritation or aversion but a form of obstruction.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Never esteem anything as of advantage to you that will make you break your word or lose your self-respect.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Remember that very little is needed to make a happy life.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what's left and live it properly. What doesn't transmit light creates its own darkness.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Perfection of character is this: to live each day as if it were your last, without frenzy, without apathy, without pretence.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

You always own the option of having no opinion. There is never any need to get worked up or to trouble your soul about things you can't control. These things are not asking to be judged by you. Leave them alone.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

A man’s worth is no greater than the worth of his ambitions.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Receive without conceit, release without struggle.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Nothing happens to anybody which he is not fitted by nature to bear.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Just that you do the right thing. The rest doesn't matter. Cold or warm. Tired or well-rested. Despised or honored. Dying...or busy with other assignments. Because dying, too, is one of our assignments in life. There as well: "To do what needs doing." Look inward. Don't let the true nature of anything elude you. Before long, all existing things will be transformed, to rise . smoke (assuming all things become one), or be dispersed in fragments...to move from one unselfish act to another with God in mind. Only there, delight and stillness...when jarred, unavoidably, by circumstances, revert at once to yourself, and don't lose the rhythm more than you can help. You'll have a better grasp of the harmony if you keep going back to it.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Don't go on discussing what a good person should be. Just be one.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Life is neither good or evil, but only a place for good and evil.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Humans have come into being for the sake of each other, so either teach them, or learn to bear them.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Whatever anyone does or says, I must be emerald and keep my colour.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Though you break your heart, men will go on as before.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Do what you will. Even if you tear yourself apart, most people will continue doing the same things.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Regain your senses, call yourself back, and once again wake up. Now that you realize that only dreams were troubling you, view this 'reality' as you view your dreams.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Accept whatever comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny, for what could more aptly fit your needs?

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts: therefore, guard accordingly, and take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.

Marcus Aurelius

Whoever does wrong, wrongs himself; whoever does injustice, does it to himself, making himself evil.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

It is in your power to withdraw yourself whenever you desire. Perfect tranquility within consists in the good ordering of the mind, the realm of your own.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Rumi - Quotations

“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop” – Rumi

Embrace your uniqueness.

"Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.” – Rumi

Find what it is you love to do, and go do it. Everyone will be better for it.

“Come, seek, for search is the foundation of fortune: every success depends upon focusing the heart.” – Rumi

Focus on what you want and then clear a path to get there.

"Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being. Halfheartedness does not reach into majesty.” – Rumi

Never skimp on love.

"Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” – Rumi

At a certain point, everything will click with the right person.

:Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?” – Rumi

Embrace the power you possess. Happiness does not come from the outside in.

“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?”

Live to your full potential. Believe in yourself and others will follow suit.

“There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen.” – Rumi

Embrace being a great listener.

"Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” – Rumi

Change comes from the inside out. Start with yourself.

“If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?” – Rumi

Adversity will eventually help you shine.

“Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.” – Rumi

Pursue your passions.

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” – Rumi

How can we really explain love any better than this.

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” – Rumi

Open yourself up to receive what is out there for you.

"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” – Rumi

“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.” – Rumi

Go beyond the kind words and you will find the answers.

“Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love” – Rumi

Follow your heart.

What you seek is seeking you.” – Rumi

Your dreams are chasing you as much you are chasing them. Embrace that.

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” – Rumi

“Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give. ” – Rumi

“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.” – Rumi

Look beyond the superficial.

"Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” – Rumi

Work to persuade with kind words rather than aggresive actions.

“Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life.” – Rumi

Continue to be grateful for everything you have.

“There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth.” – Rumi

There are many ways to do the exact same thing.

“Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.” – Rumi

Embrace today and forget the past.

Rumi - Thoughts and Poems

Three Travellers Tell Their Dreams

Three devout men of different religions fall in together by chance traveling. They stop at a caravanserai* where the host brings as a gift a sweet dessert, some taste of God's nearness. This is how people out in the country serve strangers. The Jew and the Christian are full, but the Muslim has been fasting all day. The two say, "Lets save it for tomorrow." The one, "No. Let's save self-denial for tomorrow!" "You want it all for yourself!" "Divide it into three parts, and each can do as he wants." "Ah, but Mohammad said not to share." "That was about dividing yourself between sensuality and soul. You must belong to the one or the other." But finally for some reason, he gives in, "I'll do it your way." They refrain from tasting. They sleep, and then wake and dress themselves to begin morning devotions. Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged. This subject never ends! Three friends in a grand morning mood. "Let us tell what dreams we had last night; whoever has had the deepest dreams, gets the halvah**." Agreed. The Jewish man begins the wanderings of his soul.

"Moses met me on the road; I followed him to Sinai: an opening door, light within light. Mount Sinai and Moses and I merged in an exploding splendor, the unity of the prophets!"

This is a true dream. Many Jews have such. Then the Christian sighs, "Christ took me in his arms to the fourth heaven, a pure vast region... I cannot say..." His also deep. The Muslim, "Muhammad came and told me where you two had gone. 'You wretch!' he said, 'You've been left behind! You may as well get up and eat something.'" "Noooo!" laugh the Christian and the Jew. "How could I disobey such glory? Would you not do as Moses and Jesus suggest?" "You're right," they say. "Yours is the truest dream, because it had immediate effect in your waking life." – Rumi

What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.


* caravanserai: an inn surrounding a court in eastern countries where caravans rest at night

** halvah: a flaky confection of crushed sesame seeds in a base of syrup (as of honey)


She Is The Creator

There is a tradition that Muhammad said, "A wise man will listen and be led by a woman, while an ignorant man will not." Someone too fiercely drawn by animal urges lacks kindness and the gentle affections that keep men human.

Anger and sharp desiring are animal qualities. A loving tenderness toward women shows someone no longer pulled along by wanting.

The core of the feminine comes directly as a ray of the sun. Not the earthly figure you hear about in love songs; there're more to her mystery than that. You might say she's not from the manifest world at all, but the creator of it. – Rumi


If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our sexual wanting will look, lift your face and say, - Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, - Like this.

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, or what "God’s fragrance" means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. - Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe. - Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, don’t try to explain the miracle. Kiss me on the lips. - Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means to "die for love," point here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown and measure with your fingers the space between the creases on your forehead. - This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns. When someone doesn’t believe that, walk back into my house. - Like this.

When lovers moan, they’re telling our story. - Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live. Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret. - Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do, light the candle in his hand. - Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob? - Huuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return? - Huuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes. - Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz, he’ll put just his head around the edge of the door to surprise us - Like this. – Rumi

I am a sculptor, a molder of form. In every moment I shape an idol.

But then, in front of you, I melt them down I can rouse a hundred forms and fill them with spirit, but when I look into your face, I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance, I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill informs the earth, I merge with my Beloved when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water, my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave. – Rumi

A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty

and the birds singing.

The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon.

You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.

The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I.

In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land. – Rumi


O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world.

I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars.

Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied.

He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us,

He asks why we travelers are asleep.

Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth. – Rumi

All through eternity... Beauty unveils His exquisite form in the solitude of nothingness; He holds a mirror to His Face and beholds His own beauty. He is the knower and the known, the seer and the seen; No eye but His own has ever looked upon this Universe.

His every quality finds an expression: Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space; Love, the life-giving garden of this world.

Every branch and leaf and fruit Reveals an aspect of His perfection- They cypress give hint of His majesty, The rose gives tidings of His beauty.

Whenever Beauty looks, Love is also there;

Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek Love lights Her fire from that flame.

When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night Love comes and finds a heart entangled in tresses. – Rumi

Beauty and Love are as body and soul.

Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.

They have together since the beginning of time-

Side by side, step by step.

I swear, since seeing Your face,the whole world is fraud and fantasy

The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.

A house of love with no limits, a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon, a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart. – Rumi

Let go of your worries and be completely clear-hearted, like the face of a mirror that contains no images.

If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself and see the shameless truth,

which the mirror reflects.

If metal can be polished to a mirror-like finish, what polishing might the mirror of the heart require?

Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference: the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not. – Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First, to let go of live.

In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible,

and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers,

to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast. – Rumi

Love is reckless; not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong,

consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again. – Rumi

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.

In every moment I shape an idol.

But then, in front of you, I melt them down

I can rouse a hundred forms

and fill them with spirit,

but when I look into your face,

I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.

Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,

I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill

informs the earth,

I merge with my Beloved

when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,

my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave. – Rumi

Passion makes the old medicine new:

Passion lops off the bough of weariness.

Passion is the elixir that renews:

how can there be weariness

when passion is present?

Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue:

seek passion, seek passion, seek passion! – Rumi

The beauty of the heart

is the lasting beauty:

its lips give to drink

of the water of life.

Truly it is the water,

that which pours,

and the one who drinks.

All three become one when

your talisman is shattered.

That oneness you can't know

by reasoning. – Rumi

"I am only the house of your beloved,

not the beloved herself:

true love is for the treasure,

not for the coffer that contains it."

The real beloved is that one who is unique,

who is your beginning and your end.

When you find that one,

you'll no longer expect anything else:

that is both the manifest and the mystery.

That one is the lord of states of feeling,

dependent on none;

month and year are slaves to that moon.

When he bids the "state,"

it does His bidding;

when that one wills, bodies become spirit. – Rumi

The springtime of Lovers has come,

that this dust bowl may become a garden;

the proclamation of heaven has come,

that the bird of the soul may rise in flight.

The sea becomes full of pearls,

the salt marsh becomes sweet as kauthar,

the stone becomes a ruby from the mine,

the body becomes wholly soul. – Rumi

The intellectual is always showing off,

the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away.

afraid of drowning;

the whole business of love

is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose;

lovers are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone.

even surrounded by people;

like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble

of giving advice to a lover

get nothing. He's mocked by passion.

Love is like musk. It attracts attention.

Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade. – Rumi

Love has nothing to do with

the five senses and the six directions:

its goal is only to experience

the attraction exerted by the Beloved.

Afterwards, perhaps, permission

will come from God:

the secrets that ought to be told with be told

with an eloquence nearer to the understanding

that these subtle confusing allusions.

The secret is partner with none

but the knower of the secret:

in the skeptic's ear

the secret is no secret at all. – Rumi

When the rose is gone and the garden faded

you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.

The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.

The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.

If love withholds its strengthening care,

the lover is left like a bird without care,

the lover is left like a bird without wings.

How will I be awake and aware

if the light of the Beloved is absent?

Love wills that this Word be brought forth. – Rumi

Because I cannot sleep

I make music at night.

I am troubled by the one

whose face e has the color of spring flowers.

I have neither sleep nor patience,

neither a god reputation nor disgrace.

A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.

All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.

The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.

The starts and the moon are envious of each other.

Because of this alienation the physical universe

is getting tighter and tighter.

The moon says, "How long will I remain

suspended without a sun?"

Without Love's jewel inside of me,

let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone.

O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,

You who know how to pour the wine

into the chalice of the body,

You who give culture to a thousand cultures,

You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,

O Love, You who shape the faces

of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,

give me a glass from Your bottle,

or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.

Remove the cork once more.

The we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,

and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.

Then the addict will be breed of craving.

and will be resurrected,

and stand in awe till Judgement Day. – Rumi

Those who don't feel this Love

pulling them like a river,

those who don't drink dawn

like a cup of spring water

or take in sunset like supper,

those who don't want to change, - let them sleep.

This Love is beyond the study of theology,

that old trickery and hypocrisy.

I you want to improve your mind that way, - sleep on.

I've given up on my brain.

I've torn the cloth to shreds

and thrown it away.

If you're not completely naked,

wrap your beautiful robe of words

around you, - and sleep. – Rumi

A lifetime without Love is of no account

Love is the Water of Life

Drink it down with heart and soul! – Rumi

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep.

Tonight you turn and turn. I say, "You and I will be together till the universe dissolves."

You mumble back things you thought of

when you were drunk. – Rumi

I have been tricked by flying too close

to what I thought I loved.

Now the candleflame is out, the wine spilled,

and the lovers have withdrawn

somewhere beyond my squinting.

The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost.

My prayers becomes bitter and all about blindness.

How wonderful it was to be for a while

with those who surrender.

Others only turn their faces on way,

then another, like pigeon in flight.

I have known pigeons who fly in a nowhere,

and birds that eat grainlessness,

and tailor who sew beautiful clothes

by tearing them to pieces. – Rumi

Who is at my door?

He said, "Who is at my door?"

I said, "Your humble servant."

He said, "What business do you have?"

I said, "To greet you, 0 Lord."

He said, "How long will you journey on?"

I said, "Until you stop me."

He said, "How long will you boil in the fire?"

I said, "Until I am pure.

"This is my oath of love.

For the sake of love

I gave up wealth and position."

He said, "You have pleaded your case

but you have no witness."

I said, "My tears are my witness;

the pallor of my face is my proof.'

He said, "Your witness has no credibility;

your eyes are too wet to see."

I said, "By the splendor of your justice

my eyes are clear and faultless."

He said, "What do you seek?"

I said, "To have you as my constant friend."

He said, "What do you want from me?"

I said, "Your abundant grace."

He said, "Who was your companion on the 'journey?

I said, "The thought of you, 0 King."

He said, "What called you here?"

I said, "The fragrance of your wine."

He said, "What brings you the most fulfillment?"

I said, "The company of the Emperor."

He said, "What do you find there?"

I said, "A hundred miracles."

He said, "Why is the palace deserted?"

I said, "They all fear the thief."

He said, "Who is the thief?"

I said, "The one who keeps me from -you.

He said, "Where is there safety?"

I said, "In service and renunciation."

He said, "What is there to renounce?"

I said, "The hope of salvation."

He said, "Where is there calamity?"

I said, "In the presence of your love."

He said, "How do you benefit from this life?"

I said, "By keeping true to myself

Now it is time for silence.

If I told you about His true essence

You would fly from your self and be gone,

and neither door nor roof could hold you back! – Rumi

Don't go anywhere without me.

Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,

or on the ground, in this world or that world,

without my being in its happening.

Vision, see nothing I don't see.

Language, say nothing.

The way the night knows itself with the moon,

be that with me. Be the rose

nearest to the thorn that I am.

I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,

in the arc of your mallet when you work,

when you visit friends, when you go

up on the roof by yourself at night.

There's nothing worse than to walk out along the street

without you. I don't know where I'm going.

You're the road, and the knower of roads,

more than maps, more than love. - Rumi

Adult Poetry On Life

Copyright © -- Wolf Scherman -- 2017

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Lover's Sunrise

Tell Me


Unfulfilled Passion

All Else Is Madness



Land Of Fantasy

Polished Ship Deck

Oh I Could Never

Tomorrow's Dream

The Old Monks

Ancient Gown

What Women Want


Let's Be Clear

The Grand Old Shop Of Lust

Visiting The Angels' Library



Love's Duty


Blind Date

"Say When...?"

Three Chimes

The Human Condition

When You're Free

Restaurant Of "Old Love & If"...

Love's Purpose



Treble Clef

Catch 22

Preferred Menu

Time's Eternal Game...

I Can Understand A Man Like That...

What's Your Colour?

"The Keepers Of Paris"

France For God's Romantics

Wake Up If You Can

What Sound Will We Leave..?

The Guide

My Name Is...

Capitalism's Rosy Stage

I'll Be A Gentleman

Just Shopping

Loving Labour


Forgotten Art Of Watching

Not Taking A No

Slayer Of Reality

Tomorrow's Ashes

Lonely Loving Hand

Complicated Smile

Old School Sexy

Smoking Hot

Lace And More

If She Was Mine

Flowers And Sickle

Passing Fashion

The Poem With No Name

Marble And Chalk

Love & Art

Sutra's Blush

Axed Edge

Men, Gentlemen And Wolves

Coffee Or Tea...?

So, Tea It Is

Romantic Manual

Missed Until Missing

She Only Needs One

No Apology

Map To Getting Lost

The Old Man

Heads &Tails

Relationship's Badge

Last Prayer

Baking For Keeps

Call It What You Want


Date Night Vocabulary

The Best Days

Innocent Temptress

I Beg, Please Control!!!

50 Shades

The Lighthouse

Please Come Back



Choose to let me undress you and see you as you really are, let me cover you in a secret fragrance you deserve, please don't move a muscle,

Hold still your lips and hips, while I with cinnamon and sugar, to make my drunk love exotic, sweeter, please don't move a muscle,

And let me paint intoxicating tumeric on your neckline to push my deep long kisses ecstatic, please don't move a muscle,

Rub crushed flowers of lavender deep into your shoulders and all the way down your goose bumped back, please don't move a muscle,

Next let me powder the addictive aroma of sage and sandlewood on your inner softer trembling thighs, please don't move a muscle,

To aim behind your knees and oil fine mashed ginger down your calves, please don't move a muscle,

Eventually let me taste you when what's left; nature's finest mint leaves decorate you in a heart shaped tasty meadow, please don't move a muscle,

Let my blood rush insane to fill my pride while I clothe you in all these, please don't move a muscle,

Let me see you watch me and smile over the crazy things I do before it's time we dress for that pale world's clothes we have to wear... please don't move a muscle,

Eventually let me be, let me taste you in the spiced clothing I designed for you...

-- Wolf Scherman --

Lover's Sunrise

T'was always her feet first,

slowly up and down,

his palms burning hot...

T'was always her ankles next,

steamy lips running,

her stomach in a knot...

T'was always her thighs after,


painting memories as he went...

T'was always her lower back then,


shallow as his thumbs in circles sent...

T'was always "that" way he summoned the runrise,

always slowly,


-- Wolf Scherman --

Tell Me...

Come closer and whisper and in turn let me share,

Hours of things you always wanted but never dare,

All those wishes that never were, lonely minutes with our desires..., gone,

Never to be repeated when we leave the cabin of that unassuming rocking ship,

Tell me some at least - and let me tell you some of mine that keep me up at night,

Every whisper leading to a climax, every climax to another whisper shared,

Listen then to mine, and me in turn to yours,

Lonely thoughts of mine, hugging lonely thoughts and wishes of yours,

Every crazed syllable of unspoken wants, unsatisfied ticks of the clock of life...

-- Wolf Scherman --


Cool ocean wind summoned from the horizon, a slow morning sun, glimmering... kissing your nude perfection...

Hovering lazily above patient chopping waves, a sailboat with you and nothing on my mind but the image of your tanned reflection...

Alone with no cares or land in sight, living out crazy fantasies from sunrise through to sleep time for the sun...

No belongings we'll pack but two items caringly chosen just for you... sunset, following sunset and the ones after those...

Two items only..., complimenting your presence on that fantasy sailboat made for two...

Each morning's rose'd scented massage oil to watch you bask lazily after welcoming you to new days...

Later when we call the moon after a whole day's staring at you clothed in nudeness...

Later when it's impossible to leave you alone, and I'm powerless against your presence...

Ever slowly tying you lightly to that sailboat's mast... a golden scarf, preventing you stopping my hour long kissing your hips, as I circle my way around that mast painted with fantasies... by moonlight's brush...

-- Wolf Scherman --

Unfulfilled Passion

There in the shadows where lonely you travel -

Will you find in the moonlight things to unravel -


Always just you and the swinging low willows -

Be weary as light from pandora's box swallows -


Something draws closer as you put out a hand -

We all have been there and frozen we stand -


Want to open the lid more just a brief feel -

To know what awaits you and forward you reel...


"Try it just once!" A voice far from the back -

Once becomes more and around you goes black -


With that, a wind and the box lid creaked clear -

Someone out there, followed you here...

By Wolf Scherman 2014

All Else Is Madness...

Watching you sleep deep, laugh wildly, weep beautifully and cough properly,

Watching you cry hard, aim straight, sweat angelicly, and blink fast,

Watching you bake expertly, write coded, fight fierce, and kiss passionately,

Watching you dress slowly, type fast, stare curiously and walk purposefully,

There is a particular order in the chaotic rituals you create..., I do love watching you..., all else is madness...

-- Wolf Scherman --


Complicated is when you think of love in the most erotic, breathless, steamy way,

And hell , when you dare not spell or paint or rhyme what you'd do to her today,

All those breathless moans to compose..., for her,

Needs you want her to spell out on a sailboat, on a summers day, on that deck,

To paint her as she advertises to the wind and sun, what and how and for how long,

Ecstasy just to watch her sleep and draw secrets on her back for hours,

Listen to her heartbeat...

Listen to her talking in her sleep...

Ecstasy is complicated when we're here, not yet on that far off sailing ship...

-- Wolf Scherman --


Cushions and whispers and anticipation smooth as silk, without sex...

Hands and lips and massaging and hips, and silk, without sex...

All part of the silk route... without sex...

Necks and palms and feet and rubs, without sex...

Toes and kissing and cushions and whispers, and silk, without sex...

Ears and kissing and hugging and hips, and silk, without sex...

Legs and massaging and ankles and kissing, and silk, without sex...

Legs and rubbing and backs and holding, and silk, without sex...

Ears and secrets and blindfolds made from silk... without sex... imagine that...

-- Wolf Scherman --

Land Of Fantasy

Candles, just two, lighting up the "us" the world cannot see,

Holding you close, counting your heartbeats, while we let each other be,

All or some of the things better left in the dreamworld we visit when we have to,

Nearer as I blindfold you, and you do me, allowing you and you for me,

To say and hold and feel a world never advertised,

Empower each other to remain there, a different "us", a hidden unsatisfied us,

Let the unsatisfied us just roam around each other's strange darker world,

Let the other "us" do unimaginable awesome things in quiet, slowly, over and over,

Empower the other "us", to be us in a stranger quiet awesome world...

-- Wolf Scherman --

Polished Ship Deck

Climax of the one way route we'll float into,

Hugged by wind as the stars the only witness to our crazy fantasies,

All alone, but never lonely on that polished deck,

Nude and comfortable in our tanned robes,

Travel and travel and never use the same map ever,

Ever getting lost in each other's fantasies, erotic, pleasing, rude, caring, needy,

Loving and loved by ocean air,

Loving and lost in erotic orange sundown glare,

Ecstatic maps to steer and memorise...

-- Wolf Scherman --

Oh, I Could Never

Oh, please no..., I could never be a religious man, a man of the cloth, a holy man. To burn those magic forests to ash, drown the good witches with the bad, and with ritual and logo, turn God's awesome love, for profit? I could never be a religious man...

Oh, please no..., I could never be a man of science. To dilute, weigh and to label; both angels and fairies, shooting star wishes of children and those in love, and the beauty of the stupid things a man in love will do, and explain all this away? I could never be a man of science...

Oh, please no..., I could never be law abiding man. I love the break-neck speed and painful hurt and thrill of imminent colliding love; as much as I love a healthy disrespect for authority, subordination and laws which ignore Marcus Aurelius and what he stood for. I could never be a law abiding man...

Oh, please no..., I could never be a soldier. To train and to train others like me to take the life of another me, from another mother like mine, while the evil on the stage steal both our taxes? We'd be better off burying our leaders before we bury each other. I could never be a soldier...

Oh, please no..., I could never be a teacher. I know that we all know nothing, and I've met three wise men who knew even less. Greed and revenge make evil men sleep snugger, but it's love that keep the good from dreaming on a colder night? I could never be a teacher...

A poet maybe..., to demonstrate with lack of judgement, that we're all those "other" people when challenging hours wait at destiny's door, that we're all equally diabolical and just as loving, every bit as needy to be loved back as to love, that there's nothing comparable to true love and quick flirts, and that keeping secrets, discretion, and losing track of time while we do all in the name of love, is really why we're here...

-- Wolf Scherman --

Tomorrow's Dream

Would ask you to join me where my mind travels to... when it seems I'm still here... but I'm not.

When my eyes go hazy, waxy, when I force a smile against my will and pause my feelings...

When for this world it seems overcast, foggy, end of reality, when it seems all is lost and in sharp shards on the ground,

I can spend three days planning tomorrow where I go... and how I'll react when I'm back in "your" five minutes.

So when I laugh or smile, when it's irrational, unnecessary or in poor taste, just hold me to remind me what's normal, your normal,

I'm addicted to my reality that everything has already been and passed us, and that what we have is a bit of now to hold onto, briefly...

Shock, fear, tears, smiles, giggles and hugs is how it feels when we're still tied here but already living in tomorrow,

It's all a dream really, but tonight again, when you sleep, my whispers will report how we we've already done it tomorrow, how you will still.

And you will smile and believe me... it's too much when you're awake...

When your eyes go hazy, waxy, when you force a smile against your will and pause your feelings...

And I'll remind you what's normal, my normal...

-- Wolf Scherman --

The Old Monks

I once told you of the company I once briefly kept with wealthy orange robed men, so let me tell you again,

Eastern souls, good men, celibate men, wealthy men with no regard for the weight of gold,

They agree on little we in the west have been conned into accumulating, they say we have back ache as it weighs us down,

So this what they said, in a matter of a single boil of a pot of tea:

Find someone to argue the heat of a sunset, but never let the heat of an argument spoil your lover's experience of that sunset,

Find someone who never says "I love you" in your ear, but whose deeds talk louder than a lover's moan,

Find someone who wakes up cold, who covered you and fall asleep, and forgets it's winter on their side too,

Find someone who wants you to watch them bath, in exchange for the pleasure to watch them sleep,

Find someone who shares unashamedly one route to their climax, but leave the rest for you to discover,

Find that someone and look at them, add forty years and a few pounds to them, if you don't, time will..., outwit time,

Find fault, find hate, find betrayal, find judgement, but most of all, find solutions to things that might find your lover unaware,

Find out together how sleep while hugging energises your minds, fall asleep together..., always,

Finally, they asked that I find them some good coffee, the teapot was to remind that nothing is what it seems..., ever,

If you don't find a good lover, make love daily with impermanence, nothing lasts, live for now... There have been as many yesterdays as stars if you care to look up now and then,

There will be as many tomorrows with or without you..., live and love for now,

Lastly, anticipate nothing in life, neither good nor evil, but one: to perfect the maximum amount of words your lover speaks when they don't make any sense..., turn that into a language...

By Wolf Scherman

Ancient Gown

Care if I demand borrowing just one orbit quick from you?

Hold still... pause, in the bright glare of a full moon, then let me be...

A little help? While holding the moon beams, an hour or for two...

Now count your breathing as I slowly with whispers cut from beams,

The only elegance I insist you wear, one size tighter round your curves...

Ever brightening your awesome shape in competition with the moon...

Little less talking, little more wondering of how perfectly you'll fit,

Little less holding, little more staring as I dress you in a moon gown lit,

Ever in tune, covered... in the time it taxes me, when I make you compete with that ancient moon...

-- Wolf Scherman --

What Women Want

To share a dark secret with tears on her cheek, and a close soul who shares back eager and keep...

Rewarding her upkeep, converted to a loving compliment and a whisper steep...

To be alone with her kind, but never lonely in the company of older wishes granted sleep...

-- Wolf Scherman --


If you could..., but you can't..., no one can teach us about love,

You can say it's beautiful, but that won't be teaching about love,

You could tell us that it's a "feel good" feeling, but that won't be teaching about love,

Tell us that it's being together, sharing moments so special, but that won't be teaching about love,

Say that it's the way; with lust, anxiousness and a hellish desperation, to look and hold your lover, but that won't be teaching about love,

Design and weave a re-make of the golden notes of "Love Is Blue", and if you know this you'll agree, but..., but that won't be teaching about love,

Paint the most life-like sunrise with that life giving eastern fireball, so real, and compare that to love, but that won't be teaching about love,

You can say it stands firmly in your holy manual, next to charity and hope, but that won't be teaching about love,

You can code it, rhyme it, sing of it and write ten thousand love letters, and kiss and perfume it, but that won't be teaching about love,

Hearing a birth cry, glimpse a new-born smile or feel a heartbeat of a child, but that won't be teaching about love,

You may kiss a scar to healing, hug a lover's bad day gone, even wipe and collect another's tears, but that won't be teaching about love,

We call love beautiful, rosy, smooth kissing, that it smells like nature, but that won't be teaching about love,

To teach of love, you must be a able to damn, and hate, revenge and blame and be a friend of fury, a close friend, then you will remember love,

To teach love, you must work tirelessly to feel it back, and if you do... or don't, then you'll remember love,

To teach love you must hurt, fall, and fall for another more times you can get up, then you'll remember love,

To teach love, you must understand that hate is not the opposite love, then you'll remember love,

To love you must pray to your God for love, and when you think He forsaked you, and you think you did it yourself, then realise He smiled and just boosted your ego, then you'll remember love,

To realise the system is flawed, flawed to the core, two was never meant as a couple, our inclinations make us vulnerable, then you'll remember love,

To realise it's only our modern egos that insist on faithfulness, for the most part women are women, and men are men, then you'll remember love,

Make one other friend, other than fury, that of impermanence, then you'll remember love,

Plan and test and experiment with this human condition called love, and if pain, even if only pain is what is left, and you can use that to be better at love, then you'll remember love...

People love once in a lifetime, love is too great to copy, make peace with this, but with love..., then you'll remember love...

-- Wolf Scherman --

Let's Be Clear...

When a migraine from hell can wait, it's 2 o'clock and cold and her baby is awake - and her lingerie morphed into a wrinkled tracksuit and T-shirt; let's be clear, there is no such thing as Un-Sexy,

When period cramps are the alarm clock, school lunches need be packed - and she's sexy in slippers and a gown; let's be clear, there is no such thing as Un-Sexy,

When bothered and tired and neglected her unshaved legs more - and still, her nails runs down from his chest slowly and improvise; let's be clear, there is no such thing as Un-Sexy,

When she travelled from a 10 to a 12, and all the way up the two's till Oh My G... - and she pulls the dovet over so he'd only see her face; ; let's be clear, there is no such thing as Un-Sexy...

... If it's love, there's no such thing as Un-sexy...

-- Wolf Scherman --

The Grand Old Shop Of Lust

Care for a "take your time..." stroll down these jam packed hidden shelves?

Hiding each other... and lose who we are till we'll never again find ourselves...

All the while unwrapping and over-pricing one another in an abnormal - normal kind of way?

Not once to pause to think of consequences and that higher price we would surely later pay...

To wonder still, what if the end price is higher... not to know if we lead one another all the way...

Ever wonder if those fitting rooms waiting, are waiting and curtained just for you?

Lower some lights or swap them for candles, and when it's quiet... to stare at me, and me at you...

Lower, maybe all, and swap for more candles, to feel me, and me just for you...

Ever wonder if those fitting rooms waiting... are rooms of wonder, waiting and curtained just for you...?

-- Wolf Scherman --

Visiting The Angels' Library

If there even is such a place, even my angels say, "nah, it's beautiful, but really, it's just a rumor..."

A handful of us keep the rumor alive, yes we need to keep it, "a rumor", So let me never admit even after I see you as you, as you see yourself when no one looks, when our empty wine glasses look down at where we lay and how we lay, shameless... Even then, I made a pledge, I will agree and say, "nah, it's beautiful, but really, it's just a rumor..."

When your body gleams in its total perfection, lit by a single softer candle, and your hands glide over my back and shoulder... Even then, I made a pledge, I will agree and say, "nah, it's beautiful, but really, it's just a rumor..."

When your mouth is dry and what you speak is foreign over and over in that same old room, and your words become mixed and you are incomprehensible but beautiful... Even then, I made a pledge, I will agree and say, "nah, it's beautiful, but really, it's just a rumor..."

When your soul leaves for a brief run among the stars and you don't want to come back to earth, and only our Creator knows, that to me is crazy beautiful... Even then, I made a pledge, I will agree and say, "nah, it's beautiful, but really, it's just a rumor..."

Let me never admit that I write down the language that I want you to be fluent in. The sentences I memorise when you're up there and I'm down here.

As I look at you speak the oldest language, the one angels speak, the immortal one, the one when at the end of your sentence, when you fall down tired and all you want to do is sleep. That one...

I'm writing a book to file? With the angels? "Nah, it's beautiful, but really, it's just a rumor...

-- Wolf Scherman --


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