holy
pure poetry
Diggin’ the rawness of expression – the soulful truth that is.. everything.
Untold Stories
Now and then I wash upon
The shores of untold stories,
Begging to be told.
And as I crashed
Upon this sandy shore
Of a broken pair of lovers
I tried my best to cling onto
And grab as many grains as I could.
Before the waves pulled me back again
And the story faded away.
– Zeeshan Amit, The Olive Grove : https://olivegrovefacingthesea.wordpress.com
clay
Light
has always been there
never beyond reach
flickering
at times flaming wild
defined spaces
clear boundaries
but to have a heart
that has bled much
loved much
it is in darkness
that the human in me
comes to life.
luminous dream
I wish I could write like the poets
who immortalize moments forever
they pick up a pen
and the poem writes for itself
I wish I could dance like the dervishes
who ecstatically lose themselves
in the rhythm that empties them of themselves
whirling, they reach the skies and touch the deepest oceans
I wish I could show you what I see
in the tickling laughter of a little child
in the touch of a delicate spirit
in the wilderness of nature
and the holy flight of a bird
I wish I could fill your space with a sweet lullaby
drawn from the music of angels
blanket you in my arms
that you begin to feel the warmth of my burning heart
I wish I could give you what I need the most .. and more
prayer beads
dearest Divine
help us, guide us, bless us
in your ever flowing love
in your eternal light
may what we do
only brings us closer to you
now that you have brought us this far
hold our hand and show us the way
clear our path to you
please don’t lead us astray
help us realize our gift
fuel our inner flame
with your holy name
help us remember our purpose
and why we came
make this purifying experience
easier on us
on our souls, on our worldly existence
polish us
enlighten us
so leaving only good behind
we do more than our empty words
could ever express
may all those who pass by
be blessed with the clarity
choosing the right from the wrong
they are led
to where they belong
if you are in our humble hearts
your essence blends
in the speech that flows
and the transcending spirit
branching upwards
unceasingly glows
with a heart full of gratitude
I only ask of you
to keep us close
quieten our minds
so you, my Beloved
can be the overflow
