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

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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