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by: MissPine

Happy is the man who gives love,
Even the moon and stars can't have.
At the beginning of every journey,
Rise thy spirit of love until eternity.
Thou shall not doubt nor ponder,
Since love is from now and forever.
Those days, Those days
in Prashanti, not a care in the world
waiting for the Lord of the Universe

Rainbow sequined saris flutter like
colorful prayer flags
in the sultry, warm breezes

Women devotees, buzzing honeybees,
breathlessly squeeze into granite window openings
outside the mandir
straining to see, hoping their adoring eyes
will be blessed by the nectarine vision of Sai Avatar

Seva Dal angels in vivid orange and yellow scarves
manage to bridle the swooning, burgeoning, euphoric
crowds with spirited "Sairam, Sairams"

O Baba
what we wouldn't give for a chance to once more
see your airborne Lotus feet floating towards us
on the golden sands of Puttaparthi

Reverently, I press my fingertips to my eyelids
taking padnamaskar
these orbs, these orbs
once gazed upon the holy sight of
Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 48

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

I am subtly a wanderer, a wanderer alone;
There is amply no sacred place for me in eternal heaven,
And the earth remains no possible means to me.

My dear heart, is in lasting peace,
As I, fondly grasp my Beloved!
Therefore, I walk alone on my chosen path,
Someday, somewhere I can rest peacefully,
In his fond remembrance and in his deep love!

But I couldn’t discover that sacred place,
The holy place must be dearer than all;
Better than the eternal heaven and the sacred earth.

I naturally heard about that sacred place,
Its exist somewhere, I must properly locate,
After many moral miseries and willingly suffer,
I undoubtedly discovered that sacred place.

Its undoubtedly exist in my noble Beloved heart,
So I start traveling towards that sacred place.
All alone on my chosen path, so I can rest eternally!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
My hubsy and I went for a moonlit stroll
graceful billowy branches gently ripple above us
Black swans sailing in the moonlight

Squawking sounds of katydids, crickets, frogs
sawing zzz's and occasional loud drone of
rap music cut through, punctuated the
brisk night air

As we meandered our shadows
grew taller, towering temple steeples
stretching across patchy luminescent streets

We even caught a fleeting glimpse of our
silver sillhouettes superimposed
like Milky Way gods over the heavens

I looked at my darling spouse, heart palpitating
my hand tucked cozily into his

"We are Vast Beings David," I whispered tenderly
"So much more that we realize."
The crystal ball is clouded in misty veils
but sometimes a soft wind
rattles, blowing the beaded curtains aside
and we glimpse the enigmatic, the mysterious

In one such revelatory dream:
I was dressed in a black crepe abhaya with
gold Kashmiri trim

My face shrouded in skeins of muslin cloth
there was a knock on the door,
shyly I peeked from behind my niqab

A group of friends gathered outside
encouraging me to go
out with them
Refusing, politely, I explained that I was
fasting for Ramadan.

As the dream faded, I later mentioned it
to a Muslim saleswoman whom we purchased
incense from.

Her eyes grew big as the crescent moon and star
Surprised and startled, excitely she revealed:

"We are celebrating Ramadan right now!"
Badshah Khan Feb 9
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 26

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

As a green blossom, I came solemnly from the divine nature of sacred dust,

And flourish the whole garden with my floral scent and sensuous beauty!

But key part of my sacred dust wondrously become a precious vase,

And I ended peacefully up my divine nature Into that precious vase,

Allowed possible life to us by the sacred dust!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Have we forgotten how to dream,
To see the world through ourselves.
The place I used to be is now lost,
When I was a child I knew where it was.

Before I knew the world I knew myself,
Then I became aware of the world.
It is hard to live when everything is so fake,
Convincing myself that this is all real.

This all has to be real,
Because it is all I've ever known.
It is hard to let go and fall right in,
And go to places I've never been.

At night when I close my eyes,
I see the place where I used to be.
When I sleep I remember who I am,
But when I awake I forget again.

My rabbit will take you there.
Keep on chasing my rabbit,
The hole only gets larger.

It is larger than you can imagine,
You will never truly grasp the bottom.

My rabbit's dragging you down the hole
How deep down does it go?!
You are starting to see from the in,
You're going to places you've never been.

Once I looked from the outside in,
Now I look from the inside out.
What is in is in,
Will never be out again.

I am falling down the rabbit hole,
Which way is up,
Which way is down.
I can't see the top,
And I can't find the bottom.
I am looking from the in,
I'm going places I've never been,
I am learning to dream again!

Follow my rabbit down the hole,
Into the unknown we go.
Look from the inside out, rather than the outside in. Your perspective becomes your reality, change your perspective on things and everything will change.
Glass spheres glide
smoothly over my fingers
one shining rosary bead
at a time
my prayerful palms

I hear crisp swoosh of Buddhist nuns
kashaya robes
inhale resinous frankincense
from Catholic monk's
as they circle their chosen deities

Like the earth revolving around
the Sultan Sun
trillions of incandescent solar systems
realms and lokas unknown
swirl perfectly, sublimely round
the One astonishing Beauty
that is God

We stare starry eyed
through a colossal, powerful telescope
with eyes like moons

How fortuitous are we
to be on this heavenly trajectory
Divine Cosmonauts
spiraling mandalas
eternally orbiting
The Great I AM
Keiya Tasire Jan 17
I stand with roots deep into my mother
With branches out stretching towards my father
And Light from the rising sun reflecting within my eyes.

Machi curing, Machi healing,
I sing your song. I feel your love.
Mi Pachamama
So full of love
Your flow of life, ever flowing
Your river of sound, ever singing
Your stream of light, forever shinning.
How can I ever cry when I am within your arms?

Arising with the warming sun
Flowing through the air on the breath of her winds
So softly the clouds release her love
As they are caressed by the tops of her mountains.

Her waters of love flowing…
Trickling down onto the forest
Gathering into the brooklets,
Streams, riverlets, and rivers
Satisfying the thirst of all her creations.

The sound of pan flutes filling my ears
The dance of chi coursing through
Even this body, this gift, this flesh.
Singing her lullaby
Embracing & soothing this tired soul.
Softly the winds bring the colors
Of her song into my beating heart.

Machi soothing
Machi healing. Machi Curing
Machi, singing me well with Her love
Mi Pacha Mama , so full of love
Your flow of life, ever flowing
Your river of sound, ever singing
Your stream of light, forever shinning.
How can I ever cry when I am within your arms?

Healing, Soothing, Curing, Love
I sing your song. I sing your love
Mi Pacha Mama…
We are each born and sustained by elements of the earth. We are born from the earth that gathered within our mother's wombs and sustained by the plants, airs, water, minerals, and the warm life giving rays of the sun. One day we will give our body back to the earth as our spirits soar towards the heavens where our Father in Heaven and Mother Earth reside.
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