Barista - A Sufi Anachronism

Hidden now from sun’s cruel light
Drinking deep into the night
No more sand or dusty road
Change mind to a different mode
Stop and smell the roasted bean
Soon you’ll know just what I mean
Thanks be to the serving girl
(Strongly) she will fuel the Whirl.

Singing, Ba-ah-ah-ah-ri-ih-sta.

Coffee, cream and milk and steam
You, my dear, a sultan’s dream
Turn the crank and grind the bean
The Lords face yet to be seen
Drink dear dervish, perfect fit
Ba-ra-ka now to transmit
Free me now from slumber’s grip
Waken with your potent drip.

Singing, Ba-ah-ah-ah-ri-ih-sta.

Yes, now purify my heart
Cleansing, healing every part
With great mysteries be full
God loves those who wear the wool
Heart Attain tranquility
Devotion then ecstasy
Unlocking the gift of might
Humble acts become delight.

Singing, Ba-ah-ah-ah-ri-ih-sta.

Light of heaven shine me through
Dark red clay will hold the brew
The Wise used to heal the sick
Coffee always fires the wick
Kindness fills the heart of man
Since the sipping first began
In the spirit perfect love
Bliss, to be receiving of

Ba-ah-ah-ah-ri-ih-sta.

In the café, in the night
Dance we now for man’s poor plight
Quenching thirst of body bored
We have come to see the Lord
Filled with power from above
Intoxicated with God’s Love
Freed from greed and lust for fame
Sing our liberators name

Ba-ah-ah-ah-ri-ih-sta.

I like. Very enjoyable xanderman.

four shots of expresso diluted with an intimation of poetical ascetism. can you explain the relation to sufism?

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I liked this one too and compliment you on your use of the refrain, it went well with the poem. I did not know of the Sufi relationship to coffee.