dear lord
i
am so glad
that
you know me
that
strong branch
upon the oak tree
with
their
autumn gold leaves
fall gracefully
oh
how
i
adore the natural gifts
from God almighty
now
i raise my hands up
to glorify thee
to magnify thee
well
lord
you are the
best part of me
well...well..well
therefore
i get sanctified
thank you
heavenly father
for blessing me
with
your
spiritual promises

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all – worlds dissolve into your
       stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter
        than cold stares –
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

      These spiritual window-shoppers,
      who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
      They handle a hundred items and put them down,
      shadows with no capital.

       What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
      But these walk into a shop,
      and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
      in that shop.

       Where did you go? "Nowhere."
      What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

       Even if you don't know what you want,
      buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

       Start a huge, foolish project,
      like Noah.

       It makes absolutely no difference
      what people think of you.

In the orchard and rose garden

I long to see your face.

In the taste of Sweetness

I long to kiss your lips.

In the shadows of passion

I long for your love.



Oh! Supreme Lover!

Let me leave aside my worries.

The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit.



By Allah!

I long to escape the prison of my ego

and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.



These sad and lonely people tire me.

I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.



I’m sick of mortal kings.

I long to see your light.

With lamps in hand
the sheiks and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.



You are the Essence of the Essence,

The intoxication of Love.

I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart.

Why
Why do I feel
Like times passing me by?
Why do I feel
Like I could just cry
Why do I feel
You might leave me and die
Why do I feel
Low and not high
Why do I feel
I’m living a lie
Why do I feel
Time is getting nigh
Why do I feel
I have to sigh
Why do I feel?