Talk
Talk to your body talk to your soul Talk to the thunder on the hill Talk to God’s world in which we dwell the…
A crater opens in the day
and swallows us whole
Though we may want to
wander at the base of it
asking for water
we do not
Instead we lean back against its diamonds
and act nonchalant
Inside us huge circular processions
flow around God’s cubical House
They are incessant and
no one seems to mind
In fact each one of them is
ascending a diamond mountain so
near Allah’s intimate Hearing they
brush against the unspeakable
tenderness there that makes even
stones weep
This is a time like no other
We wouldn’t barter it for the world
If the world knew its worth they would
demand its largesse in even
larger quantities and
pay for it with their lives
Perhaps it’s a
secret kept pure by being
kept secret
Yet its essence is no secret at all
but so well known every citizen alive
vibrates heartfully at its deep harmonious
core
one month of the moon
in its death and rebirth to clear silver
no one escaping from God’s
hand of Light passing over them
to set them free into the
captivity of His love
8/15/11 15 Ramadan (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)
Categories: Poems, Ramadan / 'Eid, Fasting