
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…
What are feet for
but to go around the Ka’ba?
What are eyes for
but to look upon God’s House?
What are lips for
but to kiss the Black Stone?
What are hands for
but to supplicate our Lord?
What’s the heart for
but to open to His Light?
12/27/95 (from Sparrow on the Prophet’s Tomb)