Lo, the waxing moon ups
a notch eyes on the heaven.
Pulls the tides more
down on the sea!
Sail over the firm firmament
Pray, bow down
spilling billows float the key!
Bloomed upon a star!
The setting sun sliding far
into the twilight pool
captured the picture!

Eye on the bumblebee!
That was first to bask in the sun
and thought dove to the length
into the shades of the midday rose.
There it's silhouette gets caught
is half-lit by the milky way brook.

Shades of blue put
in the mix an inky shadow.
Oh, what’s in an unseen hue?
The sprawling black night puts
a veil on the day on every eyeball.  
Guess what it’s anyone guess!
The master painter of the day
even the sun shuffles blindfolded
an acre of the night down the full moon!
*** ensures everyone a shore
floating on the sea of the soul!
No stone is as solid
lying in any temple.

Lit up the flame lay it on
the passage to the truthful
selfless human conscience.
Unleash from the unseen
the one true enduring origin!

The more one understands
the universe's more meaningful!
Hails from the one yet to expose
the utmost intelligent of all!
What's in sight
is a perishing lie.
Truth is for the truth
Save the eye!
The Hebrew King David sings it once
everyone tunes in as if he stopped the time
it's a song sang in every mother tongue!

It's a sea of tunes flows on the shore of the body
outpours and dances fashioning in both science and art
waxes through every vein and reaches out to the heart.

Folks love to take a dip in this same mellifluent cloud
but it's as varied as all the different mother tongues,
the one rhymes with all floats across the world.
Over all the different rivers that may zigzag
It knows the way because from the ocean they all come.
Shofi Ahmed Oct 10
A sprinkle of blue sparkle
off the lapis lazuli sky.
A throw of stars
from the full moon night.
We will take in abundance
while rowing the waves
once in the River Nile.

Hear! The crave of oars
breaching the shore.
Reaching out and close
to the pyramid foundation.
That’s scientia is pure rigid
yet so open loose.
One dozen milky ways
can hover in rhythm
over this stony knot!

That doesn’t mean
the Mintaka stars will give
up their shares at all
They will sit on the top.
Without the pyramid moving
a step from the true north.

Between this relative sublunary
and over the moon mural
if and when one spaces up.
The silent Moon takes a pause
humming the prehistoric lullabies.
With a patch of the blue sky
and a starry sprinkle from the night.  
Maybe then we will take a break in
behind closed doors of the great pyramid!
A poem from my upcoming book Qun: Love is Above Reason
Shofi Ahmed Oct 7
Eye on the morning rose
shine and go touch it not!

Leave it for the day.
Make rooms to smell
flowers from the other planets.
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