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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Under this rainbow, slurs and missiles may volley.... but the beauty of nature has no borders, claims no race, religion, creed, or gender. In fact, nature claims no morality, because it IS morality. And in this case, we all stopped to remember that we are part of nature.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Love is a steady wind 
that erases what we know of it 
as soon as we try to grasp.  
It is pre-eternal wisdom, 
named by God, 
whispered only in the heart.

A feather softly landed. 
Let it lie.
Ti’s an attribute of another name.

Eternal light,
Not intermittent flame.
When called through lips
A sound, a kiss became.

When a breath says “love”
It’s lost to winds,
Only to land
if it flies without words again.

Of this fierce glow 
that Love and You
Within my breast inspire,
The Sun is but a spark that flew
And set the heavens afire"

Thursday, June 26, 2014

What They Say

It's not always what we say with these lips...

Friday, June 20, 2014

I am just one wave in the ocean that tumbles and fades on your shores

my true love is the tide that retrieves me and bades me, "return, come again, try again."

Thursday, June 19, 2014

What is truth

What is truth,
but a silent look of acknowledgement,

between a source that knows its destination
and a destination that knows its source.

Oceans and rivers call to one another
One awaiting completion, the other fulfillment.

The reed flute and the reed bed
Exchange sigh for silence and suffer the scythe.

The eyes are mirrors
For the modest soul behind them,

and the soul that stands before them.
Clarity beckons clarity, to beget clarity.

Beheld by the beloved
like grey smoke dancing in an invisible wind

The shadow finds its solace in darkness,
The illuminated finds peace within illumination

Two mirrors infinitely reflect the truth.
So, how could I not want to know more of the unknowable.

What is a more truthful true than beholding with the heart
That which cannot be seen with the eyes?

Parched Earth, Quenched Heart

Irony, the beautiful mosaic of a fragmented heart
What more brings rain to remembrance?
O'Beloved, I remember.

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.

Inspired by a dear friend, Omid Safi, who wrote:  "This parched earth is our heart. 'Know that God revives the earth after it was dead.' Qur'an 57:17.  Our hearts are like this too: something parched, starving for the rain of affection, and then, miraculously, brought back to life. Praise be to the One who revives what was abandoned for dead, with the water of life….love unleashed."

Writers Comment
Poem adapted from my original note:

It is our silence He hears.
It is our thirst that drinks.
The heart pumps harder, when we bleed.
It is the lightness of absence
that moves the tides of company.
It is the vast emptiness
in which the enormity of the beloved

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Human Gems

"I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you bathing in my eyes.
I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you in my written words.
The perfume of love cannot be concealed." ~ Nizar Qabbani

"the perfume of love cannot be concealed,"

...nor its fragrance returned
and resealed in its vial.

The human being is a facetted gem
that cannot contain it's true light.

Those who love genuinely, divinely,
emanate their clarity, color, and cut.