A *** of date juice
carved by skillful hands,
the *** is beauty itself.
Colours and patterns
dance
on the body of the ***,
but as foreign eyes
soak in its form......
I sip some date juice.

Eyes heavy
but
heart growing lively
Hope rising up my throat
Pulse in my chest,
overpowering.

Every slight movement,
I mistook as You

Answer my reply,
O Awaited One.

Banner blowing
in the wind
Images dancing
in the wind

The fool believes
that the images move
I claim to know better
but I don't see the wind

The lion on the banner
moves
but
doesn't.

The fish claims,
There is no water
The sand claims,
There is no desert
The trees claim,
There is no forest.

And I claim,O Friend,
that there is no You.

The gentleman in the black trench coat
breathed out
a puff of smoke
and said,through the fog,
"I am a breeze of relief
to some
and
a storm of wrath
for others."

He took out a crumpled piece of paper.
Read it and mumbled,
"I wonder what your share is?"

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.

I am hardly fed
of the daily bread
of the barley bread
before I see me dead,
in my head
And my Friend in the Garden
said,
Eat,live and anticipate.
Fear not,I shall wait......

I seek to sing in praise of You
But my tongue will wither,dry.

I long to write odes and verses,
lauding You,
but
the world of its ink,I would deprive.

Extolling You is like giving the ocean a droplet.
Would the Sun be made splendid by my lit candle?

But my soul is soothed by an answer from You,
"Your failure to praise is praise enough."

How many a person has laughed and cheered
in
life and every breath,
but
teary-eyed and regretful as they are approaching Death.

Humanity.

Sympathy. Empathy. Unity.
Tranquility. Honesty. Generosity. Sagacity.
Purity. Sincerity. Quality. Amity. Morality.

Humility.

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.

O Beloved,
In this pomegranate garden,
I wait.
O Beloved,
You are already here,
but I wait.
O Beloved,
You are in me,
but I wait.

O Beloved,
Your beautiful veil
never fails
to veil Your Beautiful Face
O Beauty,
I long to burn the veil away
with the flame
of my love.

But only Death shall unveil
Your Beautiful Face.....

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.

Rose Petal
within my shirt..
I ignored You at times
Forgive me..
I implore You
never leave me
Rose Petal
Sweet Pearl
within my shirt.

Never leave.

The seeker
runs quicker
around every street,
his knees getting weaker..
The city fog,getting thicker
The seeker can't figure
out this mystery..
Feels close but he doesn't know
that the speck of gold
he's looking for...........

is on the tip of his nose.

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

As the poet spins,
and spins a tale
the crowd celebrates his twirl,
his whirl
But not a soul heard a word.

The poet stopped.

Get praised.
Stay the same.
Get criticized.
Stay the same.
Without status.
Stay the same.
With status.
Stay the same.

Be humble.

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.

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

You haven't dared yet lose faith---so how can faith grow in you?
You haven't dared yet risk your heart--so what can you see of reality?
You're obsessed--still!--with the carnal screams of your life.

How do you hope to step into the Mystery of the King?"

---from a work inspired by the poetry of Rumi(may God have mercy on him)