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The Saint’s Achievement
When the saint reached his goal only a chipmunk took notice all that light pouring out of his room like a private aurora borea…
A little blue monk in a purple
cassock served us sarsaparilla
He looked through eyes that had been
through a thousand years of blinking
I think to him we resembled chrysanthemums
in colored vases
He wept as he told us his joys
and how the light irradiated his little
cell at night and how soft the
voices and deep the import
A faqir came along in a yellow djallaba
and brought tame giraffes to ride
“These are swifter than most and one
bound takes us to the far horizon
to the rising or setting sun — whichever
you wish”
We rode all day and the sun rose
successively for love was in the
air and nothing could stop us from
diving right into it and through its
heartfelt syrups
A little Buddha appeared and held his
hand above his head to indicate we’d
arrived at the right location
for his feet knew each terrain as perfect
and he knew for us what was
perfect for our feet as well as we
looked out over the sheerest
canyons for miles and miles we’d
ever seen
and from the depths of their crevasses rose
colored streamers and
rays of golden light
and the voices here assured us we’d
arrived at the appropriate place
When we looked around there was
no one there but we were
not alone
and a Face of Light floated in the
air in front of us
to show us our souls
6/3/12 (from Down at the Deep End)
Categories: Poems, Saints / Awliyya