In side and beside

The map to your heart,
is in your heart.

So where are you going?
Be still.

The Light in mine
Of which you seek
Illuminates Yours.

Seek the One who points your soul
in love's direction.
He is pointing at you.

Teaspoons of Light

I take in teaspoons of light

to feed the darkness... 

and it still growls with hunger. 

Nothing craves light 

more than a shadow 

with a secret it wants to show.

A Lions Dream

What gives the lion his strength,

is the softness of his Dreams.

Driftwood in Your Ocean

When I am silent,
I am down in my imagination.
I am swimming,
seeing the surface of your eyes,
the sea beneath them,
the currents...
upwelling.

Never mistake my silence for absence.
I am driftwood in your ocean,
you flow above and below.

I seek your presence in the pause..
where the seed of a poem forms.
Such a sweet and quiet place,
your eyes.

I’ve fallen asleep to the essence of you
many evenings..
searching for what you
already hold
and offer
in a kiss.

Delicately compiled from my various drippings and reflections by Maha E.

When someone hears you and assembles you such, into poetic epilogue, this is what happens.  Thank you for seeing the rose through the thorns.

The Albatross

This is the albatross...

Our imaginations are like this; abnormally large wing spans, resting infrequently if at all for many trips around the earth, sleeping in flight, heart only racing when it lands... monogamous, faithful to it's own solitude and stillness - as no other living thing could sustain such speed and endurance without as much movement as a pulse in a thin vein. Anything but that preserved by the divine, falls into fanaa... baqaa > unity, unicity, unification...mm.

Why it rains

My love expels from the aquifer of my being,
in synchrony with a mountain top weathering.

Rock erodes into dust,
coloring the sky red and rust.

Water gathers about the grain
upon everything it rains.

Earth quenched by wine
Arouses the timeless out of time.

Nothing is sacred
The sacred said

Pouring a drunken life
into the cup of the sober dead.

fashioner of wind

you are the faint attar at dawn
quiet, sinuously
slowly in the morning
you stir the fashioner of the winds

Majnun's Leyla
la illah ha illa Allah

the pain of the thorn
is where the rose gets it color from
where fragrance
manifests its message

Halcyon

We occupy different parts of the earth

but we share the same sky

look up

everything is up there

boundless cloud pastures of the imagination

roam in halcyon

The Eyes

I am always amazed at how far your eyes can see
It's not the conquest of vision
it is a surrender to the unseeable.

Where the Beloved Resides

How revealing to find ourselves in the abyss, 

searching the seven continents for answers, 

when all along we are amidst God's shoreless ocean, 

surrounded by love.

We run from the truth 

because we cannot bear the pain of a silent solitary heart - 

yet it is there that the Beloved resides.

River Captain

I'd no real idea what I was looking at 

it seems a sublime visage foretells the future, 

marks the past, 

more than it reveals the present moment. 

Upstream and downstream

share the same unseen -

source and destination both obscured

they meet at the nexus of the bathers consciousness

There is one channel, 

many rivers...

best not to confuse the two

as we return to the ocean

Opposites share the same space

The smallest point, is infinitely small,
unlimited in this respect;
which is more than we can say for the planets...
which are limited in size

"Nothing" is the disclosure of "Everything,"
in a perpetually diminishing state.
So long as we recede into Nothingness,
Everything has perfect and eternal existence.

To embrace Everything,
is to make ourselves diminutive -
we become a single grain of sand
surrounding itself with all the worlds desert dunes and sea shores.

Seek Nothing, leave Everything.
That which we enter and that which we exit
share the same threshold.
We are the door - and both sides of it.