Last Fragment


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I know the beauty – abandon lesser truths
Unity harrows my heart
Sweeping and uprooting what was

Once me, I am a loose translation
Of disputes among the centuries
Lost fragments of mystical alphabets

Sanskrit and mandarin limbs
I know the vastness – abandon selfish thoughts
Oneness invades my calm

The wind blends with the bathed sky
Full with sunsets and greatness of all-time
I am present, future, past

Now that I have your face with a look
In features of all hearts
I am beyond, a garden, a marble figure in shade

I’ve swallowed all art in a gaze
And captured infinity with a dream.

Ghazal of Lost Souls 


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In the dress of night
Words come to us, like silence
The weight of hope

The fragrance of unfamiliar faith
I walk into the fresh breeze
Like so many others before me

All the verses within me come out
Like uplifted loneliness realized in another sense
In the quietness of a pearled moment
I am nothing and everything
My individuality breaks down

With the failure and wishfulness
Of life, that is departing within me
My delight is quick and short

But what will the summit of my dreams realize?
Not flesh, or power, or brilliance
But spirit, marathons of poetry

Whose gentleness will go extinct
With whispers and drowning breaths.

Deprived of Flight


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I’m tired of days drunk
With the sameness that doesn’t realize
Innovation, experience compressed
Time encapsulated with love

O but are we exiles then
Migrants who must walk mountains
Slumbering in the mire of silences
My blue memories are fading

Like the pure golden statues of youth
That were maybe nothing more than
Projection, silver mooncraft gone
Discovery and identity shaping embarrassments

My mouth dry and caked with dust
My love departed in their early faces
I’m tired of being plundered by experience
As if the rogues of time knew something
I do not know, do not possesses, cannot reach.

Wonder of Aging 


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It occurs to me now
How our soul is honed by love
Not the love of barter and exchange
But the love of inspiration
That changes a heart
To become a better person
You simply smiling, that is
Enough of the forever kindness
To fuel me for a quiet lifetime
There is no answer to the questions
We age, wander, wonder, mature
Until we accept everything
Like eyes on a shelf of time
Ready to empathizes and stumble
A little longer, every goodbye
Isn’t gone, it’s just the stirring
Of chatter, breath, blood, wings.