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JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 12
O’ Beloved, in the quiet of destiny's hand,
Your heart shall soften, like earth to the land,
The frost of years, the burdens of time,
Shall melt away in love's sublime climb.

Your eyes, once veiled in the mist of night,
Shall turn toward me, guided by inner light,
A gaze that pierces the veils of fear,
Where the Eternal speaks, both far and near.

Your tongue, once silent in the realm of pride,
Shall utter truths no tongue can hide,
Each word a spark, a flame of fire,
That ignites the soul, ascending higher.

And your arms, bound once in sorrow’s chain,
Shall open wide, releasing pain.
In that embrace, the world shall cease,
And we shall find in each other’s peace.

O’ Beloved, in that union true,
We shall dissolve, and be made new.
No longer I, no longer you,
But the One in both, in love’s pure view.

In that moment, we are free,
Beyond the self, beyond the “me.”
For in that love, all forms collapse,
And only the Divine remains, unwrapped.
The Union of Souls 12/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 12
In the depths of thought, I wander lost,  
Seeking to measure thy beauty’s cost—  
Shall I weigh thy radiant grace in silver’s gleam,  
Or count thy tresses in golden beams?  

Yet within thy eyes, the universe resides,  
A realm unknown where truth abides.  
Shall I peer into that endless depth,  
Or hear the whispers from thy cheeks, where secrets slept?  

Before me, the cosmos unfurls its face,  
But in thy form, I find the same grace.  
Shall I witness the heavens in their endless flow,  
Or gaze upon thee, where divinity doth glow?  

In thee, such secrets are revealed so free,  
As roses dance in harmony with the sea.  
Thy beauty, a mirror of the divine,  
A pose so perfect, it transcends time.
In the Eyes of the Cosmos 12/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
From the leaden sky
descends a dark winged lady —
Black sunbeams dawning.

Reddened night replies
and locks her blackened aerie —
Hunter’s moon is rising.

Morning herald cries
to summon sunburst faeries —
Sparks rise a-flaming.
May there be a secret portal ,
old heartbeat of the earth ,
Dreamt Cupid stolen in his
sleep ,
by Darkness unobserved .

Coincidentia
oppositorum ,
Storm Angel and Wild Beast ,
Union of the Devouring Snake
and Lovers of the Chemical Feast .

When time has come full circle
and the tempest calls to
fly ,
we will meet in golden sunset ,
where our hearts are three ,
six , nine .
In that golden hour
when memories fall
like photographs from
some upturned valise ,

Covered in esoteric symbols
like the record of some
bizarre travelogue through
magic , time and space .

Faces shimmer in the
cool night air .
Those ghostly lanterns
then disappear in a
mist ,

While forty-two saints read their lives .
The Knave , a Sleeping Princess
and the King of Hearts ,
all gone now and
dust stops their mouths .

But in another century
blazing with the fire of
a thousand suns ,
then giants walked the earth
and made all time their own .

Though now , as I sit here
in this solitary room
marked by time's passage
and the romance of decay ,

They seem to live still ,
more vibrant and bejewelled
than the phantoms of daylight
and their prisons of the mind .

In dreams they speak to me
in foreign tongues
and in curious manner , like angels
they confound my understanding .

In daytime they leave messages
and strange symbols ,
in numbers and
words that are not there .

The Moon is shining bright .
Their voices sing in the wind .
Everything is just a story
and all of it is real .
Eternity shivered ,
trembling at heaven's
radiant golden portal .

Countless crystalline
moments of time
dance , vibrate ecstatic .

Physical objects ,
now less distinct ,
fade to grey simulation .

Gloriously only a
shining path remains ,
Surrender, Devotion and
Pneuma .
Soft cool sensual shadows
play over the almost
silent stream ,
as languidly it ripples
over pebbles and mossy rock .

Now and then , moonlight
catching little diamonds
of shimmering light
danced in our lover's eyes .

The stately willow tree was
a cathedral of luscious green vine ,
swaying gently and communing
with the flying things of the night .

On the bank near that whispering tree ,
we kneel together, not touching
both gazing into the
cool clear mirror of the
stream .

Then , at once , we are on
an old wooden bridge .
Vast plains of vibrant sound
stretch beyond imagination
to Infinity .

A gentle breeze moves brightly
coloured flags
over far off golden pavilions .
There is sunshine ,
but it is cool and sweet .

You smile
as we float above the bridge ,
drifting in the magic scented
air .
On a sacred mount of olives
where they mirror each their hearts ,
In a meadow of wild flowers
where their love can never
part .

The dreaming of the Logos
and spirits secure their way ,
While strange and mythic creatures
will frighten fear away .

In pure light forever
their souls are intertwined ,
Magician and Priestess ,
there was no-one of their kind .
Sartori-Falcon and Hathor
eternally dreaming
in clear mountain air ,
employ Lotus Flower
and Key of Life
in service of the Pneuma .

KA.       BA.       AKH.       RA.
All lives , translucent
films in space .
Like a waterfall
of magical numbers
and codes of the ancients .

Then , initiation to the
realm of the senses ,
through a rich fabric
of symbols , sound and light .

While souls of the
bright star children
cross the galaxies
to their new green home .

Blending their true selves
with the energy of animal spirits ,
they dance cosmic
telluric currents and solar winds .
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