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God’s Hum
That’s God’s hum you hear when everything is silent When you snap the light out and lie down in the dark God’s hum from…
A goat eats grass off the Beloved’s hill
and gives white milk to the Beloved’s Messenger
O body of seemingly little worth
discarded at our entrance to the
truer life
you are our road to Light troubled or
at ease
pockmarked with road-ruts or
smooth as Sahara dunes
and though we leave you behind
how precious we’ve been born in you
and travel in your
rubbery vehicle
on hidden bone tracks
to moment after moment of
space-time perfection
in an eyeblink
here one minute
the next minute
spatial
our gaze unceasing over all
The Prophet came among us
grew to manhood
died
yet his pure presence is as palpable
as space itself
Having drunk the milk we
drink each day
giving up food and drink
for a moon-cycle
for God’s sweet sake alone
8/11 /11 11 Ramadan (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)
Categories: Poems, The Prophet Muhammad (salallahu alayhi wa sallam), Ramadan / 'Eid, Fasting