last pearl of the Rubaiyat

i sent my soul through invisible
spaces that became invisibly near
the One, some letters of the after-life
Heav’n by and by left me pure

to face the obstacles that will soon expire
for mortality is magic shadow
and i am spirit sun-illumined
this i know as well as the lantern-held friend

at midnight, by the master of the show
will i know the alchemy behind time
the stars tell me their secrets
shafts of light build in my memory

of the future, i worship a grand unity
of a theory of everything, not discovered yet
i send my spirit through abstract
spaces that become divinely abstract

my desire are only mystic, women or roses are
no longer important to me, even this craft
of song i must give up soon to solitude’s claim
the thoughtful soul to silence does retire

perhaps to philosophy’s last attempts
i will water my vines, with flowers
of the bird and wings of transparency
for the leaves of life keep falling

one by one, until all that is left
is simplicity, and the One
a book of verses beneath the bough
is the last testament to my own prophecies

that paradise is the bliss of those who meditate
beside me sing with me, of the One
in the wilderness, of that who doesn’t rest
but is behind all acts of creation here or tomorrow

i send my hopes through garden treasures
spaces that become sublime treasures
where my golden grain becomes your food
and you find satiety in a dusty face

who is also the One, the portal, the Sultan
Of your destined hour, where you will go your way.

Sufi art courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sufi-1405-114848225

Rubaiyat courtesy of Omar Khayyam:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omar_Khayy%C3%A1m

UNCOLLECTED VERSE ABOUT YOU

take a look at me, here, get informed
this is who I have become
our four eyes like diamonds, starring
blending as if through the sun
the grass where I lie is dense and lovely

we are determined to love and laugh
as much and as often as possible
these hands are those so easily warmed
to the window, come, there i walk
after all harsh cries of life are over

in my sleep i encounter your eyes
it’s a recognition of happier times
you were that person, which i gave my life to
sweet and as wild as the imagination
those dreams like stability, are over now

i no longer yearn for what i once sought
i am no longer who i once was
but i’ll close my eyes and i’m able to forget
all immature anguish, or self-centered sensitivity
what’s done is done, all that is left

are the uncollected verses, of where I once
started for you, and lost in a game of love
it was chance that i knew you at all, i don’t forget
fortune or ill-luck, it’s all the same to me
we are dancers in fate, with new faith
I write old poems again, this time with peace.

Photo Courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Poet-43902604

Autumn’s True Tenderness

you have come to me, all tenderness & meekness
to give solace to me, my dear….
this portends perhaps to my forsaken doom
or to some suffering that God wants to quantify?
all things being equal, I am not here forever
no, mortality is a brief window closing
don’t you know? didn’t you?

come now, stay a little longer
won’t you, if you could, for yourself and all
you hold dear, for your health that is
to meet me with a torch, while lunar gleams
unsteadily behind you, your smile never faltered
even as your voice is strangely altered
from former years, your face hangs low now wrinkled

what might have been, had our hiding places
of timing matched, I cannot say
i’ve a certain smile, thanks to you
these years have not been as lonely
as I might have feared, and this
that’s the promise of the greatest hand
who lends their heart to uplift a fate

as low as mine, gold before me are alter and road
the fire has settled deeper now
my soul is full of light and freedom
but the mirror of my body is gathering grey
life, what a letter, what a bouquet
to think that i’ll miss this too
was once almost inconceivable

in servitude you know i languish
at the edge of awkward anguish
my fragrant heartached years weren’t what
i might have expected, i can still hear
the old gate creaking, and remember the
yellow stains of my youth, but that
is not important, we are sometimes so unaware

of our good fortune and spiritual calling
nothing is quite as glowing as
gratitude in our last autumn on the Earth.

FOR FALLEN REALITIES, LIKE HAPPINESS

as I write these lines
i find happiness in my heart
at random, like water tasted pure
Possessing me, how could I
make happiness like me per se
I feel the lineage of bliss tonight
orchid whirlwinds residing

somewhere within, like melting from the inside
for sunsets and also, mad at the injustice
of cruelty, inequality, sexism
as I write these lines
I’m half over, half my life is maybe over
i’ve named the rest of my life
“perfection of the finite”

drapping her with erotic memories
of lotus gardens, unanimously empathetic friends
sun glazed “aha” moments
as I write these lines
I find happiness in my heart
with turquoise little secrets
left for me by me, like my diamond body

that doesn’t age properly, or
my soul that laughs at destiny
with not sarcasm but drunk plentitude
so i have invented a face for myself
that can lift all my thoughts, to quiet gardens
where reminiscences left-over imaginings
bathe me in constellations-speak

the feminine-telepathy-heartbeats
of the formless dizziness which/
that stirs my starting ladder of deserted voice.

Scattered Fables of Neurons, Past Lives

with the precipitations of music
I saw that my number was up
an archipelago of magic began
with the script of pilgrimage
the clarities of the green earth below
with five senses that spin
to the grin of loved ones

serendipity, my body’s mouth to be
filled with water, your body
to gush sky, cuddle naked stars
I wondered what it meant to be alive?
so I tried it, to turn with desire in self-pursuit
and run across the fields
with neurons not made for lucidity

or mouthfuls of truth, but teaspoons
of hope, and morsels of beauty
that is all i could manage to swallow
so I surfaced with kindness
syllables with a humble kind of honesty
lyrics translucent as silence
words that echo to the radiant void

just to meet you, simply to stay awhile
I who, couldn’t move the impalpable forests
or divide quick sculptures of the wind
or remember the fragrance, of rain evaporating
into thoughts I couldn’t think
mortality was limited, but with endless things
a thousand beginnings, I moved like
steps where each step was saying ‘goodbye’.

Photography thanks to: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Remembering-all-of-the-past-33648388