It was fate that led us through desert sands
In full moonlight
Where inspired dreams on mountains
Floated us toward distant stars
The poetry of my fate pierces through prisms of awakened souls,
Triumphant in the language of souls in the presence of true witnesses
The whole world has become a place of exile in your absence
Tiredness of my being is not from roaming the oceans and continents
My feet are not swollen or bruised from walking
I am buried under the thoughts of your sweet love and gentle touches
I saw mountains erased, leaving the grains of sands
I was sold as a slave in the slave markets of modernity
The cruel treatment of the stars illuminating the sky
Made the Sun disappear from agony and pain
Your ghostly image darkened the slave market
Feeling as atmospheric as air, restful and awake
Floating over the oceans, deserts and mountains of souls
Exquisite pain in smooth waters and rapids
The wind and the soul and the all
Ripped apart my body, took away my soul
Embodied divine love, rejoiced divine marvels,
Not every small seed grows into a fragrant rose,
Not every soul reaches the seventh heaven,
I have faith, I found riches in divine love and all,
Many paths and stages, one truth,
One reality, the reality of your Face,
Different emotions melting into the ultimate truth,
Divine beauty in all
Your face shining, radiant beauty;
Like the Full Moon Making Scorpions glow on a November Night in Alicante;
Our hearts are on Fire tonight
Offering humble, pure, and utter thanks
Opening a whole new world
Loving is magic and perpetual
We desire the Beloved not the reflections
A Sufi, not a Poet, the Very Light and Sea
Yilmaz Alimoglu
January 26th, 2012
Copyright © Yilmaz Alimoglu 2010-2015
The passion of your faith is expressed, so devoutly, in every verse of every line – even though it not be mine – and with lines of wondrous beauty:
‘Not every small seed grows into fragrant rose’
Not every soul reaches the seventh heaven.’
Thank you Ken. The borders are undefined on love. Love most often emerges when we are vulnerable, and we are rarely vulnerable by choice. We always long for what is part of us.
That is probably the most insightful, and truthful comment I can ever remember.
I would be delighted if you would return the compliment, Yilmaz, and review three of mine.
A brilliant poem. Intense. Powerful. I like the fifth stanza best.
Most of my response can -perhaps strangely- be found if you read the meaning of the poem, which is in a nutshell about one flower, which started out untested. Then, it was put through a difficult storm, which it handled with humility, poise, and good manners. When the rain stopped, it answered with a pool of water in the shape of a heart — perfect love.
More has been read into it by some others.
Thanks for the explanation. A bit too esoteric for a numbskull like me.
Reading the words is like looking at a work of art. Even though I am unable to understand it, I can sense the beauty of the poem while pronouncing some of the words.
I have just completed that work in progress: ‘Propaganda Sheet’.
Your review will be invaluable to me – egotistically!
Best wishes,
Ken
Thank you Ken for your support and all of your invaluable reviews/feedback. It is important to share our thoughts.