The White Deer
It’s even closer than our fingertips what we’re longing for and travel for in search of closer than our jugular Shangri La lie…
A pinpoint and a compass point
a bismin and a galaxy
What do they have in common?
A cloud in the sky and a thought passing
through our heads with maybe even
more wind behind it
A single wave in the sea folding over and
under the great watery vastness and our
lives deeper than even the
darkest depths of its phosphorescent
darkness
with even more dazzling cosmos in them to all its
farthest reaches and most
specifically particular details though we
continue on past cosmos after all to where both
the edges and the actual edgelessness of this gorgeous
spectral universe no longer matter
and leaves the size of planets wave in
other-than-planetary breezes and rivers of a
water so sweet and fine flow to that
disappearing ocean of our mortality that
empties into even greater
waters of immortality as
defined by the promised sent Prophet to us
from The Sender of all prophets and
inspirations through time and to all
humankind out of time linking
pinpoints and counterpoints
compass points and bismins
sunrises and twilight
freedom from tyrants
and bright green skies that link these
worlds above all
in God’s most shiny and most
beauteous reflection of His
most Majestic
Face
8/22/11 22 Ramadan (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)
(bismin=in the Name of Allah)
Categories: Poems, The Prophet Muhammad (salallahu alayhi wa sallam), Ramadan / 'Eid, Fasting