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our eyes upon the intangible of Harmony can invite us to affection,
peace and pure giving. Us, vapors. Us, distilled! There no longer are edges nor walls to this loving, only openness here. This mouth, yours. This hair, yours. This breath, yours. These hands, yours. Every part, yours! After a long folding in the glory of nothingness, a lover says with eyes shut: "all that is seen in this, maneuvers beyond us. Many more are gathered till we become one space, we welcome the grace in His sanctified Name." No more deluding here! Motions from sun to newborns all free in one circular growth, all breathing atoms joining in; water, fire, air, earth, soul ... Their particles, each, reciting "la ilaha illa Allah" in chorus everywhere! Just open your third ear my friend and never stand outside that divine symphony: come in, jump in, bring in your unique glow, participate! Know that your soul exists constantly bowing to God. Paradise is here, now! We take walks in it Constantly mingling With the Presence That pours Its light In our secret lamps To extinguish the self Of its dire poverty: We are those lit receptacles Ruh imparts luminescence to. This love-transfusion Pulls us to the Garden, Singing in our veins With the spheres, "Paradise is here, now!" Bewildered, we throw Ourselves to the ground, Rolling by turn in laughter Like small children, We kiss that divine wildness That began when Allah said "And know that you are to meet Me." Unseen Me A love shows its head there, in the subtlety; I curl up slow in its hair. Can you see me? Their Education: Indoctrination ... Love stepped in there. Lonely leaped outside, Defeated. I covered my mouth, No more speaking! Some conversation Blew inside my chest, I nestled in its descent. With that new whirling in, I grew consumed: I was Being indoctrinated In their prison-school But no more, no more! Freedom is an urgency For the souls of Aspiration. Their education diverts From the true Destination. Mind your ascension, Forget this livelihood: His Kindness provides. Repose upon the Truth It shall be your guide, Stop conforming so much! You're lending your power To usurping forces, None of their institutions Has ever had the monopoly Of knowledge, it's all perversion. No empire built on falsehood Has ever had solid foundation, It always ends up collapsing; You don't believe this? Just challenge your self And open the Holy Qur'an, Then, study sura Al Haqqah! Pain then Laughter When your mind Has experienced Great suffering, you Forget how to celebrate Existence externally. Your inward activities Magnify in the serenity Pain always brings, You are cleansed. Your interest in transcient Things diminishes And your childlike face Conveys messages Which only wise lovers Can comprehend, Your fragile heart rests Between God's hands. Thus your beauty is like The pen of a mystic poet: It just flows, flows and Flows in the secret hope That your soul will Expand until expression Of her laughter again. Last Waltz As I dance To your left, They see alone. My long robe flirts With the marble floor. A tender exchange Reveals that which Is behind the forms, It only is a love, An unending state Of intertwining, Of revolving fusion. Let us secretly waltz In the communion. Solely heart knows That which I speak of. This refined language No tongue can touch. O! Speechless one, How sweet is your force! Le Souffle Des Astres Our whisper to you Dormant lover: "Open your inside, Step out of it. Here we are, Entering, Swirling in! That vertigo is soul Meeting God's breath, Do you mind being lost In this ecstatic music?" The young lover, Now Confounded in majesty, Wide awake! Our Soul's Amethysts I counted the amethysts Of your sacred dome And it liquefied my fears, They started dripping As if a sublimation were Finally happening between My poles and the unseen; An individual awareness Fused with the sun's glory, You have enveloped me From nowhere, who am I Now that my heart is open? Please reply not yet, let Me assume nothingness Until my very last breath. I am free of desires so I bow down, humbled, Softened by the egolessness I can't believe my hand Is hunting this cadence; We are the Word Itself, Materialized in planets, Enamored stars and seas, We are that sobbing beauty! Lo! the Creation is a sound Which cleanses each one Of self; we are a wholeness, Imperceptible sometimes To the restive senses yet It is the sole beingness. La ilaha illa Allah; There is no deity but Allah, The Unique, The great One. Love Force I leap behind your eyes And gaze out for a while: Landscapes, elements, shapes; All, slowly dissolving! That intertwining everywhere Is my dancy nurturing of you. Locationless I stay in the center, Quiet and complete; I spin over and over, O, it's happening again! ... Where am I? Varicolored Cosmos Even though we have free will Solely the events which can stir The soul's grace truly matter On all spheres. So any activity Which potentially could disrupt The multidimensional harmony Shall be resisted by the spirit Who remains submitted to God... Like the surface of the Sun I swirl upon my own variations. We are a cosmic nation floating To the outward perfection Of His blissful expansion. Let us bask in our solar system Which is the object of countless Scientists' observations: Behold how gravity seems To amplify Earth's longing For oneness with the Sun; The more distant we seem From a powerful nucleus, The more strident our cry For The Most Merciful. Life is a desire for Truth; Some have begun to search Others still indulge in lust. Although we are on Earth The Law still encompasses us, We came into being just To draw closer to Him; This phenomenal longing for Unity is reflected throughout The manifested Universe: Observe your solar plexus, See how it retracts then reaches Forward like to hug the Invisible! The elusive beauty you have Yet to discover lays there; from Your agony will dawn ecstasy. The all-pervading Light ripples With tenderness for His pleasure, The soul is immersed in rapture Yet we divert from that Bliss When we worship created things Instead of The Everlasting. Even the energetic exertions Of Central Sun reflects its Unending devotion to The Creator; O mankind! will you surrender Or will you perpetuate resistance To the Divne Law your soul Is desperately yearning to observe? Verbal Poverty I am not orally expressive. In essence, I waive from All conformity around me; Sophistication and wordage Only make us miss out On the sincerity behind Each gaze, each handshake, Each exchange, each presence. The excessiveness of language, I never spoke, never understood! My ears hearken it, yet it fails To penetrate my soul for She only responds to the Quiet conveying, to its grace. Verbiage can be an assailment That distorts the core of being, An audible burden I am not Willing to subject myself to; Picture my lips aiding in the Campaign to numb the soul, That precious, subtle glow! I would not take that road, Verbal poverty is my goal. Silence remains the prime Condition for our growth, We are of a soundless Sound; For that immaculate reason I barely speak in this lifetime. In quiet, behold sustenance, Compendiousness all around! When in worldly situations, I perceive no tender motion Flowing through the air, When there is only discussion And ego-filled elaboration, Suddenly I decline being there. I'd rather listen to the heart, Its fine-drawn emotions, Their wordinglessness, There is but Love to their Calm teachings and currents; Those, I always respond to! Then, slowly my lips begin To move, spontaneous, I utter a few words to diffuse My luxuriant amazement, O! How I revel in such Dimensionless moments. Immaculate Shells This innocence, we both cherish. You put your hand on my ear To tell your soul's secrets and I succumb... The purity of your heart spreads As if music in my tympanums, I lay on the floor, my centers Filled with divine laughter My location no longer matters, The entire world is you; I exist in your safe presence Lo! You make me ascend Again with a smile that says "I am the curls in your hair, Braid it and adorn the ends With immaculate shells!" Unendingly, I circle Like a trillion pearls To the sweet command, Then, I succumb Again, unable to draw Any distinction between Your manifestation and I. An intoxicating revelation Is throbbing in my head: We are one precious child In the womb of existence, Being molded by Light Till we become a sound again. Seventh Level's Euphony I inwardly bend toward light When this Sound comes near! "Who orchestrates such grand Motions?" It says smiling, "Being is the true grace And each of you is that once You cease wandering surfaces In fear of depth and luminosity. How can you know completion In such frantic, impatient living? Be peaceful with the way you give, Be plunged in this sacred music And know that a calm presence Is a sign of true harmony. If one surrounds you with noise Even when he says nothing, run!" Returning "Breathing: a longing for you. Rotations: a pulling toward you. Quietude: an immersion in truth. Submission: the grace, a jewel." Anyone who's ever slipped in Love hears these inner spirals! Sealed lips, pen on the floor, Abandoned for some intimacies; How many here are splashing me? Speak up for I am drowning, I cannot word this anymore Even if you tried with me. I must unwrite these creations And tear up these soft pages, These faithful companions; My palm dreads encores of Lonely yet I have my reasons For this company to no longer be, One: their author absorbs me. Two: only Light shall remain. Now, no discerning water from fire, They both have submersed me. None but you know that which Is exquisitely burning in me, I can see no smoke nor flame But that innermost is lit! Higher singeing unknown To the common mortal Are tickling my limbs, lo! There, some laughter in me; All those who perceive it Always wind up crying. I am ash, spread me! I trust you and the place Your winds are taking me. No longer lost in the self, How softening that glory! Now, I open my eyelids for One last looking within us And the galaxy is dancing O, this whirling in color Is conveying the Word; All of humankind's ears Wouldn't suffice for this! Here is the subtle sign: We are these dictations, These flimsy wonderlands Which chant in materiality. I love the being stillness You instilled, that center Here, nowhere, anywhere; The pupils visualize curves Yet and still you wander As if they never were, You do it immanently. If ever a source started This gathering on paper, It is no other than you. I long to flow back, Show me the way. Mix us up now, Reunited. Coral Voidness Our link can not be spoken. I spiral in persevering attempts To utter one word, then two And my lips decisively close In the silence of our meeting. There are initiates there, smiling To the unfolding secrets; for, The tongue can not articulate Such light, such soundlessness! I am evaporating O, beloved Break this crystal pen in two, Make all duality fuse in you; Let the inarticulateness perdure! Dense galaxies ought to view Through us that coral voidness, My opening in you is a soft whirl; I'm a night sky, a mauve quietude Please, lead us far from the tumults And undulations of those sheets, I'll be lost if I ever continue this... Pulled to Prayer A holy love is approaching: Between your eyes, a sun, I look shyly as it strikes me With some gentleness that Throws me to the ground, The humbling haven Of vertiginous minds. Every breath taken, The Qur'an descends again: Every sura, a blessing The unseen and the seen recite For our heart to be purified. The motions of planets Are prostrations too! The very phenomenon of gravity Weaves an unending prayer Mat for all humanity But we understand not Such bewildering subtlety. Shadows of men know better, From sunset to break of dawn, Prayerful, they bow in obedience Upon the diaphanous rug. One who has intelligence Models himself After the Prophets. Soul Longing By your interiority, Shine with the glory Of your Lord. Be Earth, Be receptive, Be that revolving. Open your mouth, Make some sound, A wail, a laughter, A whisper, whatever! Let longing be known, It has some life to assume; In Kayes, East, West, North, South, wherever! You exist to just yearn ... Besides, all these curves You see in the Creation Are listening ears. Pour out your music! Mountainously I awoke from the numbness Of material doing And there you were In all your glory, Bringing lights forth, Precious stones, Carpets of jewels, Quiet suns, moons, Worlds appearing; Grace taking forms Adam in his humility, Eve in her naivete; Shapes of a loving, Harmonious seeds, Countless shining pearls Upon the blue sphere; Rolling, dancing, doing Their delicate thing! Holy prophets, saints: Inspiration beyond Comprehension. Human mountains, Mountainous humans: Masters for our sake, Himalaya: Yogananda, Iboundji: Roland, Hombori: Abdoulaye; All, prostrating as one. O those merged immensities, What an immaculate view! Please, shorten this poem; There is a circling in there! |
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