sufism
mystic
ambrosial hour of dawn
adrift in a state of oblivion
of which nothing can be said
…..
art by Gülcan Karadağ
the calling
You are
with me
within me
every second
of every moment
Yet, I live the truth
of ‘You’ away from ‘I’
Yet I feel
this intense separation
from home
Like an unborn child
pulled away
from womb
Like the thirsty desert
that longs for rain,
an affliction
with no remedy for pain.
Sleepless at night
restless for days
Beloved, your memory
stirs me awake.
My trembling lips
heaped with sighs,
endless tears, in your name
are now running dry.
Without you, my essence,
how am I
to stay alive?
Calling out
my entire being
leaps,
gasping
for a breath ..
I miss you.
Take me home.
adrift
I wandered with a hunger
that only your love
satisfied.
Secrets unveiled with time
pure gratitude remained
for all that I was denied.
As the vision got clearer
chaos collapsed, doors opened
even those I never knew.
Now I keep finding myself
lost in the mystery
that is You.
…..
Photography courtesy Ahmed M. Abdulazim
