I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, May 18, 2015
A heart, blessed and ruined
Keep ringing the bell,
Playing the tamboura, calling for Him
For you
Have touched something holy inside
With your spirit-body
And now your eyes look broken
Without his sacred presence near
The heart is like that: blessed and ruined
Once it has known
Divine beauty
Then
It becomes a restless sky hunter
The lover keeps circling in their being
Their sweetest moments
With God
Needing to kiss
His face
Again
Hafiz
____________________________
gray
unremitting
like a shroud cloaks the rising of the sun
grieving eyes
search
the heart blessed and ruined
seeking the light
a restless hunter
and then
for a brief moment
light breaks through
brilliant red
then fading
softer
then gone again
sometimes grace
is like
that
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