To My Beloved (my Sufi poems).


first … three beautiful poems by Rumi (13th century):

… and the lovely «May you be blessed»:


Ahhhh …

Tonight this dervish shall

embrace the Wine Seller,

and dance

in the flames of drunkenness

with my Lover.


qaddasa Allahu sirrahu …

I too smell the perfume, Master,

and I am not far behind you.

We shall soon kneel together

within the joyous breaths

of ecstatic sleep.

alif … dal … mim …

Verily, I am … Adam.


i am but a liar,

my Lover.

i promise to stay,

but you know i

will often forsake You.

i swear to friends and family

that i will bid them “farewell”,

but i will steal my way back to you

in silence, My Beloved …

like a thief in the night.


i can sense the sweet Essence

of My Beloved long before

i reach His embrace.

there is no room for

anything but our love,

and time is both

nonexistent and eternal.


i am drunk with

infatuation for you,

my Lover.

i pray that tonight

will be the night

that never ends.


last night, My Beloved

took me to the cinema.

he showed me an action film

where i was the main character.

against insurmountable odds,

i miraculously conquered the relentless

huntress Mortality, and

survived to meet yet another day.

early this morning,

My Beloved and i

sat together and rejoiced

over the divinity of the human process.

and — at this moment — i humbly embrace

the Mystery of a new dawn.

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i am not a man, and

i am not a woman.

i am not gay, straight or bi;

i am neither meek nor strong,

and my skin is colorless.

i am but the wind blowing gently

through the tresses of My Beloved …

aspiring to become the simple caress

of divine essence: the breath

of Oneness.


lost in the assertion that

there is no god but God,

the drunken darwish is

rendered ecstatic by the

soma of perfection …

“La ‘ilaha ‘illa-llah …

‘illa-llah … Allah!” …

thus, through the magic of Dhikr,

does the Serpent

unite with the Regenerative Spirit

and transgress the mundane.

the secrets of the

unwritten runes within

the eye of the triangle

are deciphered solely through

meditations of the heart;

and the rays of initiation

illumine the paths

of those led by

nothing more than

the promise of Salt.

Bjørndal in summer 2012

Ishq Allah, Ma ‘bud Allah!

my qualifications as a Sufi are tested

at each and every moment.

call me instead: a madman of God.

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I am off to a party

with My Beloved!

Virus has insisted upon

tagging along, and he

will surely invite his

sordid friends

Life and Death;

but My Beloved and I

will be lost in our own

private celebration

in the Wine Cellar,

and we cannot

be distracted.

This happy darwish

shall whirl and dance

in ecstasy — for an

eternal night of Love.


when the illusions

(Life, Death, Virus) fall away —

then, My Beloved!


a lifetime of seeking to expose

the veil behind the veil

has not led me any closer

to cognitive understanding

of the rawness of life,

the mysteries of the universe,

or the whimsical journeys

of incarnated souls.

while i truly cannot believe

in that which i cannot see,

i am learning that true vision

has little to do with my eyes.

the Essence of God is

permanently engraved into

my heart: Allahu!

it is there that i sit,

together with My Beloved:

smiling and holding hands

while the bombs of fear, greed,

selfishness, egotism, anger, virus,

hatred, apathy and war-making

continuously explode …

all around us.

and i sing my only prayer, over

and over again, while tears

of joy stream down my cheeks:

“La ‘ilaha ‘illa-llah …

‘illa-llah … Allah!” …


when i one day

return to My Beloved

it will not be with

bitterness in my heart,

but with humbleness for

the extraordinary learning

this life has afforded me.

i have far fewer answers

than i had before

my life with the virus,

but the wealth of new

questions i have learned

to pose gives me a richer

understanding of Enlightenment.


Excerpted from JISEI

Allah hu …



The Death of AIDS.


Many would have us believe that AIDS is under control,
and that all is “normalized”.
Sure thing, bro!
(or do we just need to feel like we have moved on … ?)

AIDS has changed the world in more ways than we may possibly know. We will never fully comprehend the impact of losing so many people taken by this disease. Their contributions could have altered the face of humanity, the world of art and literature, the rearing of future leaders, the impact on communities, and the hearts of countless individuals. And this is all looking at the impact of AIDS in a broad perspective. It is a disease that, regardless of our own personal admissions, affects us all. However, behind the public fray of communal loss, social change and medical advances, lies the experience of the individual who must still awaken each day with the acknowledgment that they carry inside of them an evident ticking time bomb. No different from the rest of us who live with our own mortality, but distinct in that their clock has a name. That name is AIDS.

– Christina Landles-Cobb (USA)

(The above quote is an excerpt from the introduction to my book “JISEI”.)

We all want the AIDS crisis to be over. We have desperately wanted not to have to read anymore about crimes against humanity in many countries and regions, about the travails of Wikileaks, about Iraq, about Afghanistan, about financial crises, about chemtrails, about HAARP … and now about AIDS. In media actuality, these problems simply do not exist anymore; and they perhaps never really existed at all. Time to move on to the next media hype that carpet bombs the surface of the latest travesty. Just remember — that there is a whole generation that was at war against AIDS, that buried their lovers, husbands, wives and children – one after the other, that had their lives turned upside down believing in “an eventual cure” and who are still having to battle the effects of time, harmful medicines and an embattled aged body and mind. Not many in the West are dying of AIDS now … but there is an entire generation that is still living with the AIDS syndrome; every day. Those beautiful men and women, artists, authors, actors and everyday citizens have aged decades in their bodies and consciousnesses — because of The Virus and the “so-called Miracle Drugs” wreaking havoc for so long. There are no guarantees in Life, and the measure of a successful life lies not in the number of years one has lived on this planet. Many incredible persons have died “before their time”. But on this day — if not otherwise — take a moment to reflect on the war against AIDS — i.e. a war of consciousness; and both those who have succumbed, and those who sit with the scars 20-30+ years after the media hype first started.

And of course, support the young persons who have not lived with the AIDS virus for more than just a few years … who have dreams of achievement and success, equality, a life without harassment for their hiv-status, and the chance to be young-growing older with a sense of hope.

– Adam Donaldson Powell, World AIDS Day.

(oil painting “A Cutter’s Glow”, oil on canvas, 50×50 cm., Adam Donaldson Powell)

Salute to Larry Kramer.

aids er helt ræva serie; aids sucks ass series
“AIDS er helt ræva”-fotoserie; “AIDS sucks ass” photo series, by Adam Donaldson Powell and Per Eidspjeld, Norway.

Do read Larry Kramer’s rant from 2012: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ACT UP, WHEREVER YOU ARE …”

And to you, dear Edmund (White): please reconsider what you deem as “asshole” behaviour, and just who – in fact – may be guilty of such.

By the way, Monsieur White, most humanoids are their own worse enemies…

Larry Kramer's new book is coming soon! Watch for it on
Larry Kramer’s new book is coming soon! Watch for it on