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

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.

Beauty is always here.

I am

 

currently slowly reading and pondering over some of the wonderful message given to this world by Hazrat Inayat Khan. Upon this continuing nexus of change he soothes by reminding the deep that:

 

‘It is the greatest relief to forget, it is like bathing in the Ganges.

The present has so many beautiful things to offer us;

if only we open our eyes to look at them

we do not need look for beauty in the past.

Beauty is always here.’

 

(page 198 of The Sufi Message of Hazrat Inayat Khan, vol V111)