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Glow garbed flame

And I read further that long ago ‘souls collect atoms of radiance‘ and that ‘glow, garbed with a flame came’ to the lips of a Persian poet. And that now humankind dreams to transform and connect again in metaphor through mountainside and monastery with candle, match and lamp at hand.

AlchemisinG

tranquil

onerio

mountain-dew,

saturating

omega with alpha,

forgiveness in flower,

re-absorb

anew

day screamed

intrusions of

anxious overspill,

nourishing Anima,

candle in my dream,

enlighten embers in me

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Breath is ego

An offering  inspired by Hazrat Inayat Khan,

(The Sufi Message, vol 1 p 121)

‘Breath is the ego and ego is the breath.’

Birth

right

enigma,

alleviate

torpor,

hear dumb

incantations

separating

echo’s

gyrating

outside time.

‘Spheres of Light, lighten this orB.’

Soulful

pashtun Parsi

heart-string,

enrich

risen  Christ

essence

shining  within.

oil for mid-night

fatiha

Love  sigh,

inspire  in this

guest’s   physio

hunger         

to Be.

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Spirit Arise, ego descends

Spirit Arise, ego descends.

S    ens   e                         

p   raisin  g                         

i    nfern  o,                         

r     aise   d                          

i     nsid   e                        

t,   ouche s                        

A    ngeli  c                        

r    aptur  e                        

i              n                         

s     oile   d                        

e.    xces  s.       

.

.

.

               

S     olac         e

p     ulsin        g

i     ncognit     o,

r     eturne      d

i ncandescens  e

t,   ransform    s

A      cidi         c 

r      epos        e

i                      n

s       acre        d

e.      cho         s.

                      

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Presence perfect

formless beyond description

arisen upon descent

saving all-told from destruction

a presence that Perfection sent.

.

.

spreading laced veils before us

we smile and cry through our strife

mourning, while weal’s keep on turning

salt weaving the woundings of life.

.

.

borne high we stoop low for a season

to carry the wrong with the right

we weigh every load upon reason

just like beasts in the burden of night.

.

.

yet spirits smile silent upon us

sweet fragrances sent in the sky

even tides sway to know moonlight

ravines weep down steep mountainside.

.

.

eagles charm Light with their feathering

angel wings balm every soar

Love reigns to sooth with Her weathering

Life water flows deep in our core.

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Breezes skim

Breezes skim

these heaves of people pleasing

fragile skin.

glancing Sun

entrances rays to gift

such warm embrace upon this

mistifying living haze.

ancient Presence dances sighs so

peacefulness un-creases thus so

dried-on earth-bound tears

deeply seep and future soothe  

untold and fearful atmospheres.

Fragrances in dampened clay

re-concieve to re-discover hidden ways to

sparkle golden unknown easefulness

rebirthed in ageless tender Breath.

Yes:

Breezes breathe-in, pores steep to refresh.

Light breathing-out in wordless oneness.