Jasmin Lee Cori, M.S. - Author, Mind, Body & Spirit

“Not since Rumi have we heard the voice of a poet so in love with the Divine. Jasmin Lee Cori arouses our hunger for the true beloved: that place in every soul that opens into the Mystery, embracing the holy. Freefall to the Beloved belongs on the bed stand of every contemplative and poetry lover serious in the quest.”

-Richard S. Shane, PhD

“In these poems the heart’s music catches us, calls us, seduces us with the wonder and beauty of what is real. Spirit and body merge, reminding us of the wonder that is our true self. These are poems that catch the hidden light and part the veils between the worlds.”

-Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, author of Sufism: The Transformation of the Heart

Mirror of the Heart

The mirror beholds 

But does not cling

Reflects, but does not change

To behold the face of God

The heart must become like a mirror

For only the empty can receive the whole

And only the whole and unbroken

Can reflect the fine presence

Of the underlying Void

Give up self!

It is nothing but crumbs

The consolation for having lost

That which no effort can regain

Give it all up

Keeping only one thing:

The capacity to give oneself over

To be filled by something greater

The mirror of the heart now radiant

With the face of the Beloved

Holy Presence

Deep within my heart

Where only faith can go

Lies a sacred chamber

The sanctum of my soul

It is the holy of holies

The place where the presence of God 

Is so absolute, so shattering

No Other can remain

Here, I am stripped bare

All falsity and unworthiness burned away

By this scorching light

No darkness can withstand

Shorn of self

The distinctions I’s can see

All that remains is the holy presence

The divine outpouring of itself

The true communion

Is not between a beggarly soul and God

But Truth with Truth

Light with Light

The meeting of the Real

In what looked like two parts

Now found to be one sacred being 

Whose presence is everywhere

The Beloved Comes 

The Beloved comes

When the night has grown still

And all other loves have departed

I must not search with my eyes

But rather feel with my body

My heart the most sensitive 

To the divine caress

I wait for a touch so light

It would go unnoticed  

Yet placing no barrier

I feel and absorb it completely

Turning ever-so-slightly 

Into our union

We melt  

One great Sea of Being

No longer separate

I am one with All  

Afterwards, I sleep

My beloved slipping quietly away

I awaken to find myself deserted

The emptiness stark and horrifying

Until I remember

Night will come again

There is also a recording of 22 poems read by author, accompanied by Cynthia Jaffe on silver flute.

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