
The Morning of the Last Day
Allah elects from whomever he wants of His slaves for the presence of isolation — Shaykh ibn al-Habib of Fez The sun is rising…
A flourish of time and a life is complete
with its circles and straight lines
somehow converging at a
vanishing point
attended by woolen-clad angels awhirl in
blue ponds of vertical air
singing songs of ancient traditions and
neighboring galaxies beyond
human translation
yet we know their crystalline meanings
if not here and now at least in
far-off echoes past those hills in
distant outline where
other suns shine and other
moons catch their silvery rays
8/6/11 6 Ramadan (from Ramadan is Burnished Sunlight)