stranded in paradise

the smell of a rose and
the murmur of the river
and springtime gently
wakes a weary world

drops of dew and
stars shining bright,
the song of nightingales
calling my Beloved

my Love, my Lord
so far away and yet
i feel Your presence
like a loved one gone
to distant lands
i hear Your voice

by this isle, by this garden
the river’s waters flow
but i am lost from having drunk
the wine of knowing Thee

my Beloved, my Desire
such sorrows You faced,
the trials and agonies,
and now, to see You leave,
my heart is rent asunder,
and my soul howls and laments.

a mound of roses,
ever growing at Your feet,
implore You to stay
but God has willed otherwise.

my face turned towards You,
i offer thanks and praise
and at the river’s edge
the tears roll down

may 2, 2005:
12th day of Ridván

don’t blink

how come

the dreams i dream

the stars i see

the fires that warm my feet

wink out

blink out

how come

when i lay down my head

i can’t close my eyes

i can’t close my eyes

how come

when it’s a cool summer night

i can’t look up

i can’t look up

how come

when the blizzard blows

i’m outside

freezing

to death

freezing

to death

don’t blink

a chance goes faster than you think

free

ever feel

hurled down to the ground

and set soaring free?

it’s a strange combination…

the man is mad, they say

who accepts the will of God

but if such a man is mad,

then sane is insane

and I’d rather not be

normal…

set free,

ever feel set free?

in this life of paradox

there is no freedom,

only details, only dreams…

set me free

set me one hand clapping free.

immerse me in honesty.

let me see

the unity

let it become a part of me.

all i have are my prayers

the tears cried in silence
drop from my cheeks,
and fade into the haze.

the hand that dried these tears is long gone
and this strange land offers no relief,
no respite, no calm,
only trials, only tests,
only bitter toil and grief.

memories and dreams of better days
flap in the wind, flutter like moths
and in a gust are blown away.

oh Job, oh patience,
what has become of you?
we were best friends once,
but now all have fallen,
and I stand alone,
or rather slump,
crumpled in the corner.

perhaps I never told you
how much I loved you.
perhaps I never knew
until you were gone.

ere long will this city of exile
surely be a city of light,
but in the meantime
I am shrouded in night,
unbefriended,
abandoned.

in this midnight hour
I close my eyes and sit still
and all I have are my prayers.