Sufism – Page 2 – ahorsealone

Your Name, a Key

April 13, 2021April 13, 2021 ahorsealone

That I may call you
And show you a sun
Blushing in silence!

Do you not
Know your name?

Or am I a fool
Wandering paradise,
In search of divinity?

Have I to say
Only your name
The sun will spill forth,
Showering us
In wisdom divine.

The key to the universe
Is on the tip
Of my tongue!

Youth of Mind

April 12, 2021 ahorsealone

I have spent eternity
At the threshold of God’s temple
Where wondering gardens
Only bloom the songs of welcome.
Though I am not a stranger
I watch my blue pearl
Cupping the universe in my hands
Childishly flirting with
The dancing texts inside.

A Cherubs Kiss

April 12, 2021 ahorsealone

So suddenly I felt the drops
Chittering on my neck,
It must have been an angel
Anointing me in juvenile jest.

Forward

October 23, 2016October 24, 2016 ahorsealone

My elegy births a war

Though it conceived

An idea of hope.

And we wondered,

‘What was beautiful?’ ,

Growing through the loom

Of a departed life.

What was beautiful?

It was hope,

To be free of wants

And profits of our souls.

The Adult and Child

October 19, 2016October 27, 2016 ahorsealone

Your inner child speaks to me
From a time we’ll never know,
From a far away moment
Let from a God’s stolen bow.

“…Collapse with me
Beyond films of certainty.
There is nothing to forget,
Oh the moments not yet met!”

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“Let us go where we haven’t been,
Somewhere not alone.
And far is a lovely place.

…a place between far and home.”

A separated song.

October 7, 2016October 7, 2016 ahorsealone

I am the moment which lives through your breath.
And if skipped will pray the joys of death.

Feel me as you feel all the relived lost,
That you see me at a memories cost.

I will be waiting in times emptiness,
Where we will be born of our childishness.

And we are swept away in soft silence,
Clothed by a language of our past instance.

the blind man and the rain

September 28, 2016 ahorsealone

As the rain returns
To its dark earthly slumber,
The blind man,
Feels the sun upon his eyes,
And a stirring is born
In the clouds.
When your cinnamon kiss
Rests upon the newborn wind,
The earth chases it,
Leaving mountains in its struggle.
He hears the rivers fall,
And baths in the thoughtless lakes.
It rains, when the winds of love
Forget your kiss,
And when everything
Is eager to remember you again.