Teaspoons of Light

Posted on May 13, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

I take in teaspoons of light
to feed the darkness…
and it still growls with hunger.

Nothing craves light
more than a shadow
with a secret it wants to show.

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A Lions Dream

Posted on May 13, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
What gives the lion his strength,
is the softness of his Dreams.
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Driftwood in Your Ocean

Posted on May 12, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
When I am silent,
I am down in my imagination.
I am swimming,
seeing the surface of your eyes,
the sea beneath them,
the currents…
upwelling.

Never mistake my silence for absence.
I am driftwood in your ocean,
you flow above and below.
I seek your presence in the pause..
where the seed of a poem forms.
Such a sweet and quiet place,
your eyes.
I’ve fallen asleep to the essence of you
many evenings..
searching for what you
already hold
and offer
in a kiss.
Delicately compiled from my various drippings and reflections by Maha E.
When someone hears you and assembles you such, into poetic epilogue, this is what happens.  Thank you for seeing the rose through the thorns.
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The Albatross

Posted on May 12, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

This is the albatross…

Our imaginations are like this; abnormally large wing spans, resting infrequently if at all for many trips around the earth, sleeping in flight, heart only racing when it lands… monogamous, faithful to it’s own solitude and stillness – as no other living thing could sustain such speed and endurance without as much movement as a pulse in a thin vein. Anything but that preserved by the divine, falls into fanaa… baqaa > unity, unicity, unification…mm.

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Why it rains

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
My love expels from the aquifer of my being,
in synchrony with a mountain top weathering.

Rock erodes into dust,
coloring the sky red and rust.

Water gathers about the grain
upon everything it rains.

Earth quenched by wine
Arouses the timeless out of time.

Nothing is sacred
The sacred said

Pouring a drunken life
into the cup of the sober dead.

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Fashioner of Wind

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

35mm originalLayla is the faint attar at dawn
quiet, sinuously flowing
slowly in the morning
She stirs the fashioner of winds

Majnun is the feather
Whenever his beloved gets too close,
upon her wings,
he flies off and away again.

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The Pain of the Thorn

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
the pain of the thorn
is where the rose gets it color from
where fragrance
manifests its message
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Halcyon

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
We occupy different parts of the earth
but we share the same sky
look up
everything is up there
boundless cloud pastures of the imagination
roam in halcyon
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The Eyes

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
I am always amazed at how far your eyes can see
It’s not the conquest of vision
it is a surrender to the unseeable.
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Where the Beloved Resides

Posted on May 7, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com
How revealing to find ourselves in the abyss, 
searching the seven continents for answers, 
when all along we are amidst God’s shoreless ocean, 
surrounded by love.
We run from the truth 
because we cannot bear the pain of a silent solitary heart – 
yet it is there that the Beloved resides.
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