#sufiana
Even shadows choose to whirl
lithely in the beams,
romancing other silhouettes
seeking revelation in their dreams.
Compassion, do not hasten them,
nor wake them from repose
for in the moment two dreams alight
the awoken lover glows.
Stand boldly in love’s mystery
as slings and arrows sail,
through the strident journey
hush, listen for the nightingale,
who’s song seeps through a cloven heart,
mending fragments into one;
seek the source that hides unbroken
in the brilliance of the Beloved’s Sun.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Beautiful mosaic
Of a fragmented heart
Made of clay and
And broke apart.
Parched by drought
What more brings rain
to remembrance
of the Beloved’s name.
It is in my silence
that You hear
how my burning thirst
mouths a drought of tears.
Hearts pump harder
when we bleed, as
Absence sounds the hollows
Of the waiting reed.
Into enormity of emptiness,
the vastness of the beloved to disclose
The sweetest water ever sipped
– by the lovers parched and longing lip –
is the fragrance of the wine red rose.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
The Beloved
enters like a mist
When in stillness
Softens a kiss
Disarms my words
eludes my eyes
No empty pages
the ink run dry
Hours gaze
from a clock with no face
free from the hands
of time and space
Pulsing chamber of light
that of a lantern
of a wayfaring messenger
She says
"I am not writer, I am written"
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC