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Cuts You Up

This song, written by Peter Murphy, is a literal description of what it feels like to be in the stage of the Remorseful Self. Shaykh Peter, of Bauhaus fame, now lives in Turkey with his wife and is a dervish there.

I find you in the morning
After dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me
Like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
“Hold the secret close”, I hear you say

You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel you’re higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

On and on it goes
Calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we’ll walk
We’ll cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way it twists and turns
Changing color, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up, and takes you high
You know the way it’s painted gold
Is it honey? Is it cold?
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out

Oh, cuts you up
Oh, cuts you up
Oh, cuts you up
La, la, la…

You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel you’re higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

Oh, cuts you up
Oh, cuts you up
It’s okay it goes this way.
The line it twists, it twists away
Cuts you up and spits you out
Keeps you walking, but never shout
La la la..

 

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The Heart Center

I was initiated into the Naqshbandi Order of Sufis over twenty years ago. As part of the Sufi training, I was directed to develop the three centers of the human being: the Head, the Heart, and the Body. This blog is a record of the Heart Path.

My thanks to A.H. Almaas for the image of a rose opening endlessly.