When you're dead tired of the long wait
looking up at the sky carrying the weight
The seagull was soaring through doubts
floating on gales in my everlasting clouds
Drops of dew glistened on her rose of flesh
birth, growing out of earth's innermost dress
Planet blue this beacon for those who travel
universes He created ancient spirit to unravel
Who is this Hasan this sheikh spelled Hassan
thought of, and by, himself willful as a brahman
Was it drought that'd cracked all soil in this heat
like a mirror hit by the bullet of that soul in a beat
It never is your fault is it, that's always your shield
it's hers, his, theirs, but in or after life you will yield
And finally He who need no son adopted one to tell
a strange child who cursed and loved a forever rebel
© 2024-07-24
Note.
To quote revered Shams - i - Tabrizi (translation by W.C. Chittick): 'If someone passes by the Quran after he has come to know the Speech, he will not be in narrowness, because, before he found the Quran, he had found spaciousness. He knows how to explain the Quran.'
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