The Key within a Key

We said we’d wake before the sun
How many times had we done this before
…woken to silence,
with no words to speak
no other beside us to hear our
plaintiff notes, fears, and wishes.
None
but those that were lost to our minds
waiting to be unleashed in dreams.
Hungry thoughts
that pace the cage of the consciousness
Like a circus tiger
inches in front of you, but miles away.
We woke
that we might find closeness
that we might find freedom
A companion waiting
poised in an auspicious moment
graceful in the waning night and solitude
standing before the soul of another
having only to create or fall back asleep.
Oh to love purely like this
through the bars between us
that were built by others.
And feel the hand of hope reaching in
past the dormant guard of darkness.
It is how I am to release myself,
to release another
For the key to their heart
is locked within my own.

Epilogue

“Surrender” picks the lock
of an imprisoned heart
Fear not what approaches
He’s relieved the guard

What stirs this night
Is just a man
Here before,
Has come again.

He takes the shape
Of a loving calm
Cup bearer, sweet wine
Dhul Jalal Wal Ikram

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Love is a Steady Wind

Love is a steady wind
that erases what we know of it
as soon as we try to grasp.
It is pre-eternal wisdom,
named by God,
whispered only in the heart.
A feather softly landed.
Let it lie.
Ti’s an attribute of another name.
Eternal light,
Not intermittent flame.
When called through lips
A sound, a kiss became.
When a breath says “love”
It’s lost to winds,
Only to land
if it flies again.
Of this fierce glow
that Love and You
Within my breast inspire,
The Sun is but a spark that flew
And set the heavens afire.

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What They Say

It’s not always what we say with these lips…

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I am just one wave

I am just one wave in the ocean that tumbles and fades on your shores

my true love is the tide that retrieves me and bades me, “return, come again, try again.”

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What is truth

By Yoonjin Jung

By Yoonjin Jung

What is truth,
but a silent look of acknowledgement,


between a source that knows its destination
and a destination that knows its source.

Oceans and rivers call to one another
One awaiting completion, the other fulfillment.

The reed flute and the reed bed
Exchange sigh for silence and suffer the scythe.

The eyes are mirrors
For the modest soul behind them,

and the soul that stands before them.
Clarity beckons clarity, to beget clarity.

Beheld by the beloved
like grey smoke dancing in an invisible wind

The shadow finds its solace in darkness,
The illuminated finds peace within illumination.


Two mirrors infinitely reflect the truth.
So, how could I not want to know more of the unknowable.

What is a more truthful true than beholding with the heart
That which cannot be seen with the eyes?

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Parched Earth, Quenched Heart

Beautiful mosaic
Of a fragmented heart
Made of clay and
And broke apart.

Parched by drought
What more brings rain
to remembrance
of the Beloved’s name.

It is in my silence
that You hear
how my burning thirst
mouths a drought of tears.

Hearts pump harder
when we bleed, as
Absence sounds the hollows
Of the waiting reed.

Into enormity of emptiness,
the vastness of the beloved to disclose
The sweetest water ever sipped
– by the lovers parched and longing lip –
is the fragrance of the wine red rose.

Inspired by a dear friend, Omid Safi, who wrote:  “This parched earth is our heart. ‘Know that God revives the earth after it was dead.’ Qur’an 57:17.  Our hearts are like this too: something parched, starving for the rain of affection, and then, miraculously, brought back to life. Praise be to the One who revives what was abandoned for dead, with the water of life….love unleashed.”

Writers Comment:
Poem adapted from my original note:

It is our silence He hears.
It is our thirst that drinks.
The heart pumps harder, when we bleed.
It is the lightness of absence
that moves the tides of company.
It is the vast emptiness
in which the enormity of the beloved
discloses.

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Human Gems

 

“I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you bathing in my eyes.
I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you in my written words.
The perfume of love cannot be concealed.” ~ Nizar Qabbani

“the perfume of love cannot be concealed,”

…nor its fragrance returned
and resealed in its vial.

The human being is a facetted gem
that cannot contain it’s true light.

Those who love genuinely, divinely,
emanate their clarity, color, and cut.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

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Tear Streams in Renditional Evolution

Poetic rendition 3:

This moment, our eyes fill with tears
from a voice, a song once filled our ears
could quench an aching world, today, back then
if we’d just all fall in love….again.
O’ gather up those endured sorrows
my lovely friends of yesteryear and morrow
and set sail on these saline streams…
toward remember-when – foretold in dreams.
There – time and distance, have no say
There – we RE-arrive to not part ways
and what was once,
is happily, magically…always.

Poetic rendition 2:

Todays tears in our eyes
from hearing a voice, a song back then
could quench an aching world,
if we’d just all fall in love….again.

O’, gather up those endured sorrows
my lovely friends
and set sail on these saline streams…
toward remember-when.

There – time and distance, have no say
There – we RE-arrive to not part ways
and what was once,
is happily, magically…always.

Original Poetic Rendition

There – time and distance, have no say
There – we RE-arrive to not part ways
for what is now, will become “once”
happily —  magically — always.
Todays tears in our eyes
from hearing those songs back then
could quench an aching world,
if we’d just all fall in love….
gather up those endured sorrows
my lovely friends
and set sail on these saline streams…

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What is Not Reveals What Is

Spirits Rising

“Spirits Rising” Photo by Klause Priebe http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=15988133

Who we are not, weathers through time
be it by water, wind, will or wine.
Gazing into the talus of our becoming

Amidst the course, drifts the fine.

Our purpose is to bear the breeze
With lips to cup, till weakened knees
Besotted within a life between
Pre-eternal, post eternity.

Thirsting through our body’s gristle
flows the milk beneath the thistle
you, true content sans container
Are pulsing spirit, interstitial.

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Life as we [don’t] know it

Oh, Beloved,
since finding me,
you have ruined my life
and enlivened my death.
What more can one offer
in gratitude and remembrance.

This duality confounds me.

You are not my opposite,
Nor I yours.

The closest I can come
to being One with You,
is to first be nothing.
And how do I make work of this?

Unity lies in the infinite distance
of the great artists vanishing point,
I need only look to the farthest horizon
in this portrait of life.

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