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Library: Al-kaukabu Laami'un
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Author: merja
Date:Dec 27 2008
Love and the Beloved,
Unbend the clever delight of stars
Send the moon to another galaxy,
But never banish my heart from yours...
Outside the rain and unturned to the sea
Let cascade the night of mirrors,
Embrace the innermost of your every dream.
Speak so low that the lover closely bends nigh
Repeat to her in jest that you may again catch her sighs,
And watch the smile light up the stars in her eyes.
Candles multipled by the fall of a slow, shooting-star
Need you never seek the furnace of her golden heart, molten,
Beloved, Just look who this is in the mirror of her arms beholden?
The worn soldier, in his uniform, it blows in a dry wind,
Staring hard into the surrounding mountains,
He is scanning for the threat, immune to the elements,
And yet there is a distraction in his heart,
And one would not dare to ask the wrong question this time,
Vincent as he turns, has a burning desire in his eyes,
Lighting candles and memories of the one
Who lived inside his skin, long ago gone insane,
Only one knows yet the end of this song...
Release me, so that I can go to my Soul...
Let us unite under the galaxy of countless shining stars,
My love for her has become endless,
Let me dance in the rain and share my joy
The oceans waves will deliver her my message
Whisper softly into her ears my unbound love for her
My never ending desires will make the candles dark
The purity of our thoughts will break the visible limits
We will be together as those days of yore
Where my Jaan will be with me as one soul.
And you... Walk out my dreams,
And into my arms,
Arriving like the shadows
Chasing the setting sun down
And when I call out your name
What is it only you can say,
that the wind speaks only of
Our encouraging love;
Ten turns round my head,
And you appeared,
Here, right from my dreams
And into my arms,
Pulling shells from deep sand,
...Walking hand in hand,
Memories never gone,
No matter how long..
No matter how long the storm...
Rain pours gracefully upon both field and desert
The field grows flowers, and the desert-thorns.
Her beauty closes my eyes.
The image of friendship is in how you love;
My mother saw your mountain reflected in my face.
I see my beauty in you.
There's a moon inside everyone, but none more radiant than Her.
The rain will fall and the drops will deliver my kisses,
when the light of your face shined,
And suddenly the moon has brightened your path,
Stars are sparling,
Testimony to you of my endless love.
The heart beating every moment for you,
Breath longing to whisper the words into your ear,
And the tongue, only sweetness to a riper fruit
Just beyond the immediate grasp
Like so many lovely stars,
Never have I experienced such beautiful moonlight,
Clear view of bright, twinkling stars,
And in the darkness that surrounds the galaxy,
Hidden far from the human eye,
Is a place of splendor, love, and compassion that is far beyond Shangri-La
And soft the wind of deserts, breezes quietly through the mind, rising one by
one, our hairs,
Gently as my hand caresses you, upon the backing of your neck, my ever-loving
Dear,
Whispering of the dreams, flurries of Time's sands will bring you dreams,
Hoping you homeward bound...
And all that you have ever longed for, aching for Eternity, One following you
alone,
Tracks you through dried the mud of ages past, One has brought this moment to
you,
Each one more beautiful than imagined last, escaping the fathoming of your
mind,
And when you turn around, each time a cloud whispering the Name, haunts the
sky so blue...
And a peace which fills your every sense, touching close the measure of your
heart, Apsra, she holds you in kind,
Kissing your every vein within your strong, young body, every pore, every
thought...
She assures you warmly, that she is yours and you are hers.
She is disappearing into the dancing stars...
...on a silent wind, the words returned to the ears of the pupil, long
standing, but with closed listening.
the words of a dry, dusty sage, they had all but vanished at last from t
the air, each note of wisdom, with no moisture left to sustain his voice in
this time of drought. determined was he who after a silence uttered once
again...
an audience invisible and not present had in mind the face of the sage. it was
the pupil's work to conjure the image of the man lost under layer upon layer
of the sacred earth. too long without water, this man was weightless, and at
once a traveller should he meet would wish for no more than sit, humbled, at
his feet.
and now they were far away in other places, neither close in presence. but
present, were they each, the pupil and teacher, into each other's thoughts and
hearts. the one, each whispers, as prayers reach the ears of the beloved.
The glimmering shadows of the old sage began to waver and a few sparks broke
off into the night. A dry, dusty voice began to utter slowly, methodically,
chanting into the eerie echoes of a deepening eclipse...
"From each, Love demands a mystic silence.
What do all seek so earnestly? Tis Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts,
In Love no longer "Thou" and "I" exist,
For self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul
Behold the Friend, Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds
Will find that the secret of them both is Love.
Your face is neither infinite nor ephemeral.
You can never see your own face,
Only a reflection, not the face itself.
So you sigh in front of mirrors
And cloud the surface.
It's better to keep your breath cold.
Hold it, like a diver does in the ocean.
One slight movement, the mirror-image goes.
Don't be dead or asleep or awake.
Don't be anything.
What you most want,
What you travel around wishing to find,
Lose yourself as lovers lose themselves,
And you'll be that.
In the dead of night, a Sufi began to weep.
He said, "This world is like a closed coffin, in which
We are shut and in which, through our ignorance,
We spend our lives in folly and desolation.
When Death comes to open the lid of the coffin,
Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity,
But those without will remain locked in the coffin.
So, my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken off,
Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God;
Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers."
The pupil began at once to weep, and lost his concentration.
With that so diminished the image of the Pharmacist.
Like a ghost Attar slipped into the recesses of the night.
And the net of stars loomed at once far and distant to the earth.
Words filtered through to the blind student's mind.
"And never say of anything, 'I shall do such and such thing tomorrow' except
with the saying 'if God wills.' And remember your Lord when you forget, and
saythen, 'It may be that my Lord guides me to a nearer way of truth than
this.'
So they stayed in their cave for three hundred solar years, with the addition
of nine lunar years. And the dog guarded the entrance.
Rain pours gracefully equal upon both field and desert; the field grows
flowers, and the desert--thorns.
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