A flame, Now red, now white: The tree of your blood, The snow of your memory. What do I see in your sigh That scatters me Beyond the frontiers of time Where history will never tread?
One eye to the growing seed of creation, And the other To the eternal nothingness, With you standing in between, Holding the sun in one hand And darkness in the other.
When you said: Yes! The kingdom of music fell. When you blinked, The stars slid into eclipse. This was the chaos Preceding the birth of all galaxies.
You came along the Milky Way, Passing through the arch of the sun, And gave me a bouquet of poems: Now your fragrance cradles the air, And your freshness Gives rise to new Springs.
Night, night, I say night So that I may abandon my senses By the grace of the deep relief That flows from your eyes And puts an end To the confusion of uncertainty.
Crystallize me In a drop of dew, And let me rise With the warmth of a smile, To cross the universe in a moment: This will be the end of restlessness And the beginning of perfection, O you, The order and the orbit Of all the celestial bodies, The spirit of the eternal word.
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WISHFUL IMAGINATION Last night I imagined an angel came and took me by the hand we flew together far away over sea and land. We landed on a hilltop high and looked down upon a town and saw a group of people with children playing around.
Then came a man dressed in white whose perfume filled the air the children stopped their playing and sat in silence there. This noble man had a face that shone talked with words so kind, that tears just rolled down their cheeks, a dry eye I could not find.
He spoke of Allah, our Creator and that he was sent to guide not just to that group of people but to the world so wide. I asked the angel: "Who is that man, where is this lovely place?" He told me: "Prophet Muhammad*, in Medina, City of Grace."
He told me that this noble Prophet had been given the Book so true that teaches us what's right and wrong and tells us what to do. The Book is named "Al Koran" the Book Allah protects, the Book so fine and full of truth pure, without defect.
Then I imagined he told me it was time to go, I felt my heart was going to break I loved the Prophet so. The angel looked at me with pity and smiled a gentle smile so we drifted down the hillside and stood a little while.
I learned something I will never forget that Allah is the only One, that He is Eternal and does not need a son. I learned He has neither a beginning nor an end that He is Self-Sufficient and His Religion is Islam.
O how I wish I'd been a child in those years long past then I wouldn't have to imagine what's deep inside my heart. One day when I am older I hope that I will go to Mecca and Medina for I love our Prophet* so.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to walk where once he had been to gaze upon the mountains and remember what he had seen. To glorify Allah at Ka'ba so noble and most fair to thank Him for our Prophet* and for His loving care.
*Praise and peace be upon him.
would really like to have been able to use the word "dreamt" instead of "imagined" but in Islam it is forbidden to claim you had a dream or vision of an angel when you did not. InshaAllah, one day Allah will bless me with such a nice dream, wouldn't that be nice!
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I didn't know that -- the dream vs imagined thing. Anyhoo who wrote that?
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