Abu ‘l-Husayn al-Nuri (? – 908) I had supposed that, having passed away From self in concentration, I should blaze A path to Thee, but ah! No creature may Draw near thee, save Thy appointed ways. [...]
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December 1st, 2009 - 1:47 am § in Lead Poems
Song of a Man Who Has Come Through
D. H. Lawrence Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me! If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift! If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am [...][...]
December 1st, 2009 - 1:46 am § in Lead Poems
The soil is in ferment, O friend
Bulleh Shah (1680 – 1758) The soil is in ferment, O friend Behold the diversity. The soil is the horse, so is the rider The soil chases the soil, and we hear the clanging of soil The soil kills the soil, with weapons of the soil. That soil with more on it, is arrogance The soil is the garden [...]
October 1st, 2009 - 6:42 am § in Lead Poems
A Lecture Upon The Shadow
John Donne Stand still, and I will read to thee A lecture, love, in love’s philosophy. These three hours that we have spent, Walking here, two shadows went Along with us, which we ourselves produc’d. [...]
October 1st, 2009 - 6:41 am § in Lead Poems
The Candle Flame
Mirza Ghalib He gave me heaven and earth, and assumed I’d be satisfied, Actually I was too embarrassed to argue. The spiritual seekers are tired, two or three at each stage of the path. The rest who have given up never knew your address at all. There are so many in this gathering who wish the [...]
September 7th, 2009 - 7:50 am § in Lead Poems
In the Beginning
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across the rooting air, The substance forked that marrowed the first sun, And, burning ciphers on the round of space, Heaven and hell mixed as they spun. In the beginning was the pale signature, [...]
September 1st, 2009 - 10:23 am § in Lead Poems
Before there was a hint of civilization
Before there was a hint of civilization I carried a memory of your loose strand of hair, Oblivious, I carried inside me your pointed tip of hair. In its invisible realm, Your face of sun yearned for epiphany, Until each distinct thing was thrown into sight. From the first instant time took a breath,[...]