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Poetry Wrote Over Several Years on Spiritual, Religious, and Devotional Subjects. |
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Devotional Poetry My Search I Into the mystic realm, I let my mind take flight, Over stone strewn highways, I search the endless night. I was the Wanderer, Looking for a goal, And the Seeker, Searching for my soul. I walked the roads of idle fancy, Paths of material delight, Stumbling over stones of vain imaginings, In my search for the light. A voice deep within me cried: "Here doesn't lay your goal, Upon these darkened pathways, You'll never find your sou." II Into the mystic realm, Again my mind took flight, Over well traveled highways, I search the misty twilight. I was a Seeer, Seeking an unknown goal, And a Stranger, To my own soul. In this realm of half-light, I strolled the roads of tradition, Picking my way carefully, Through the shadows of superstition. Still from within came the cry: "Not in this realm is your goal, Upon these half-lit pathways, You'll never find your soul" III Into the mystic realm, Again I took flight, And walked the paths, Where God has shed His light. I walked the hallowed highways, Trod by the Prophets of old, Strolled the ancient paths, Strewn with nuggets of pure gold. This is the wondrous realm, Where all paths become one, This is the glorious land, Illuminated by God's sun. Through the Word of God, I have found my soul, In the Messenger for this age, I have found my goal. Poet's Note: ▼ |
The Martyrs: To The Babi and Baha'i Martyrs February 18, 2019 at 3:58pm The Martyrs:
To The Babi and Baha'i Martyrs
1
You cannot silence martyrs tongues,
Their wounds proclaim in scarlet tones,
Their love for God and His Promised Ones;
They will cry out even without lungs.
2
Awestruck
Oxygen atoms vibrate
With creation's trumpet blast.
3
Red is the dew of morning,
That kisses the first buds of spring,
That calls from the tombs of winter,
The flowers of faithfulness.
4
The Dawn-breakers of
God's new day ascend
... [Read more] Life After Death November 10, 2018 at 5:46pm Life After Death
above us only skies
John Lennon
skies
one on top of another
stacked beyond the perception
of matter
always ascending
the lover pursues the Beloved
through the variegated spectrum of immortality
Skies
ever changing
ever transforming
ever receding
the lover ascends
while the Beloved floats
just beyond touch
beckoning
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this on 6 Qawl 161 B.E.
... [Read more] Reality and Illusion: A Metaphor November 10, 2018 at 5:34pm Reality and Illusion: A Metaphor
Reality and illusion entwine;
Light and darkness meet;
In this material realm
We dwell between two extremes.
A child is born,
From the darkness of the womb,
It moves toward the light,
But the light it approaches is dim,
As if seen through a mist.
Through material eyes it sees
Illusion and reality each in the other's guise.
{dropnote:"Poet's Note:"}I wrote this poem in 141 B.E.
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