The dervish
wished to begin this..
now around he spins
he twirls
he whirls
he swirls
as the world...spins

The constellations rotate
the heavenly orbs circulate

the heavens circumambulate
And the dervish is not nauseous..
but all the more conscious

Kicked a stone.
Picked up the stone.
An ageless stone...timeless stone
A stone that forgot about time.

A stone that remembered tomorrow,
awaits yesterday,
forgotten the now..

In that stone,
I saw
Your
Name.

Simple man
Simple life
Simple way
Simple days
Simple taste
Simple face
Simple time

But never a simple mind.

Sorry.
For all the stories,
the worries you had,
the gory steps towards glory
This apology might get boring
but
before you get to snoring
I went through a storm's fury

to tell you

that

I'm sorry

From ever,
this be the only night
I felt the holy Light
in my mind
and made me wholly right
in longing
for this holy Light.....

From ever,
now this be the only night.

Words stand tall     concrete towers
They never fall       full of power
False power.
The poet chases among the words,
chasing after his Beloved
his Dove
his Love..
almost within reach of his fingers
but The Desired eludes the poet
because the concrete,unbending words
conceal

The Beloved.

Plant a seed
with thoughts
of it becoming a tree
that shall provide
shade
for others...

Even if today was your last,
plant a seed.