Category Archives: my own poetry

the darkening blue of failing light brightens the mind- we lift our eyes to a beauty that doesn’t blind. the moon saves us from the wicked brilliance of day; our mood shifts to the muted light of shadow play. the … Continue reading →

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he who seeks my pleasure, finds my divine treasure. such a thought is beyond the mind’s grasping nature! when the beloved speaks, angels and devils listen; man fumbles to compose his rational question. to please the beloved is hardly possible; … Continue reading →

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[cincopa AYHA4e6tPQ82]a cold wind blows from the north with the scent of red rose, my heart cries out “saginaw” where raw spirit purely grows. the blushing faces of proud resistance in hostile land, stir my blood with the promise that … Continue reading →

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“The greatest story ever told” is about power and gold: early on church history put truth and beauty on hold. That Christ is son of man and woman is lovely in deed- Mary’s purity received Joseph’s immaculate seed! Christ’s greatest love … Continue reading →

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the beautiful pathan princess fled her wedding for god, she wandered in the wilderness desperate to find her lord. she had cheeks like red roses- golrokh was her early name; her fragrant spirit and ardent love for god was her … Continue reading →

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the master is always eloquent in his expressive silence; he both inspires the intellect, and abides in holy presence. it is our spiritual odyssey to find space between our thoughts; we walk hand in hand with you after passing through … Continue reading →

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The sea of mercy refers to the sufi master; this friend is the one who saves you from disaster! You can sink in base desire- what is called the nafs; or you can swim to the rhythm played by the … Continue reading →

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the lover gone crazy is a pathetic sight: everyone is embarrassed by a majnun’s plight. the madness of such overwhelming love is rare; sober society can only stand and stare. the one seized by love becomes a local event; however, … Continue reading →

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We have become superb robots of base desire; Our conditioned thinking is machine inspired! We are most obedient to depraved craving; The pure and simple is no longer worth saving. We are more enthralled by a neon Vegas choir, Than … Continue reading →

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