recent Zahuri poetry page 4
I sought a few rhymes to introduce page four,
The thought then came to me – “What for?”
I could not find an answer that would do,
So without further ado here it is, for you.
I Don't Know
I don’t know how long this whole affair will continue,
I mean this life, Love, in which you dictate all that I do.
For your sake I smile, go hungry or even get to be angry.
Love you are the master magician, my lot - merely slavery.
If you tell me, I will climb any ladder that you show,
Even though I have no idea about where it may go.
For your sake I won’t sleep, till from exhaustion I drop.
I don’t know how long this will last, or if it will ever stop.
One thing I feel sure of, with more than a little certainty,
Is that one day in a death-hug you will embrace me fully.
Youth, reading this, stop, and heed my timely warning!
Don’t attempt the way of Love without proper guiding.
Life is Good
Beloved life is good, O yes, O yes, O yes!
This life that is lived in Your sweetness.
This life You gave for the one You took.
This life in Your one long, lingering look.
It Is better, so much better!
In fact a living love letter,
Going from You to You!
Me its just passing through.
This new life is full passion for perfection,
Full of love and limitless deep affection;
Full of peace and complete satisfaction;
Full of rhyme and the light of Reason;
Full of grace and constant regeneration.
It’s become a kind of candy box selection,
Each option an equally delightful confection.
Beloved this life is better than I can say,
Since with me you have agreed to stay.
Sleepless
Love has this way of keeping one awake,
It is as if something important is at stake.
Not the half waking state from tension,
But the wakefulness of a deep intention -
Not to give to sleep or dreams all the pleasure,
Of finding where it lies; that hidden treasure.
Open the door and show me once more,
What it is I really have been working for.
I will keep on working for You of course,
But sight of the goal stimulates the horse.
Past Continuous
The past is present in the heart, don’t you see?
Guilt and regret try to obscure it temporarily.
Face the guilt and repent rather than regret,
In hope that veil will be removed by Mercy yet.
Many gems and much treasure await that one,
Whose past is presently illumined by the sun.
The sun is the symbol of that Divine Generosity,
The eye that gives light to all it happens to see.
The heart has dark corners, either more or less.
From those shadows comes the bitterness,
That steals the joy today should bring to you;
Entering those dark places is not the thing to do,
Unless you have a light to take there also;
There only with the light of guidance go,
And find what you have hidden all these years,
The source of all these present woes and fears.
Repentance that is sincere and acted upon,
Will ensure one day those miseries are gone.
Physical Fulfillment
I learnt something today about ‘physical reality’,
It fulfils desires, yes, but their consummation,
Kills their power to inspire the heart’s activity.
Better to leave something to the imagination;
Something that will spur you to a higher reality:
Unless you are content with that destination.
I Am Not...
I am not some sort of intellectual property,
Nor am I merely refined emotional sensitivity,
And I am certainly not the worship of the body!
I am not even the product of the spirit's activity,
Nor yet am I the intelligent soul's responsibility.
Even the Secret's special place does not constrain me,
And the Deeply Concealed faculty does not restrain me.
I am Love and from whatever you say I am free,
Your words have no real meaning at all to me.
Forgiving and Forgetting
If you want to be happy-drunk or just plain happy,
Don’t let grievances fester, even if they are just.
The flow of love from above they stop immediately,
Put them to one side for now, for God is just;
Those injustices you suffered and that tyranny,
Will make you wealthy one day, for God is just.
If you want to be happy-drunk or just plain happy,
The wine of ‘forgiving and forgetting’ drink daily.
O Lord
O Lord,
Make love our creed,
Make love our need,
And on the path of love
Us lead.
In people there is disappointment,
In love alone there is fulfilment;
Take from people what love you can
Give to people what love you can;
But from people have no expectation,
In love alone seek to find perfection.
Human love and hatred is mere emotion,
Divine love however is an eternal ocean;
Drown those feelings in that deep ocean,
Find truth and leave on the shore fiction.
The difference between love and hating,
Is that hate struggles before drowning,
Whilst love enters the ocean willingly;
Its path into those depths far more easy.
When the mind baulks at a perception,
Such as drowning in the watery ocean;
Become the object that you fear
To be the ocean first become a tear.
Love and Circumstance
To love, O my soul, you found the way
Dragged me there, and I wanted to stay;
But love is not like that in reality,
You have to keep finding it anew each day.
Its easy to be caught up in the world's old delusion,
And for the circumstance of love to seek repetition;
But love is not circumstance, its reality,
How many times have you taught me that lesson.
Love defies description, its like life itself in its way,
For though we continue to breath, eat and even pray,
It does not mean we are alive in reality,
Life may have gone without us on its own merry way.
To leave us holding on to the shiny empty shell,
Is this mean old world's seductive magic spell:
Its neither life's nor love's reality,
In fact for the lover its likely to be the way to hell.
But there is a very fine point, a sublime subtlety,
For love is each circumstance's essential quality;
Discard the shell of time-bound reality,
Keep the pearl, for that has the nature of eternity.
What the hell! Pearl collecting is the lover's way!
Those moments of love can never really go away,
They are the essence of reality;
Pierce them, thread them, and wear them every day.
Come Today
O Beloved wont you come this way today,
Sit with us a while, in fact why not all day?
Come, and stay, its so dull when your away.
When you are here poetry flows and music too,
When your away I start to wonder what to do;
In short there's no real life for me, sans you.
I wait and my ear is tuned to the door's bell,
The way a mother's is to hear her child's call.
The way some women are attracted to the Mall,
The way a gambler must watch the last chip fall;
The way a man cant ignore a girl that pretty,
The way the voyeur just simply has to see,
The way the dancer moves to music irresistibly;
The way the sailor cant resist the sea's salty scent,
The way a politician cant desist from argument,
The way the sinner on the way to hell is bent;
The way an alcoholic is drawn to the next drink,
The way a stone thrown in the pond must sink,
The way the coward from the fight has to slink;
The way the sun cant give up its daily rising,
The way a philosopher cant stop his thinking,
The way the book lover cant avoid his reading,
The way the birds cant help singing at dawn,
That's the way my attention to the door is drawn,
Waiting for you to come, waiting to be reborn.
Come On
Hey, come on, I need that lost love feeling,
That urgent desire, with You to be uniting.
Yes, I know it sounds like every popular love song,
So what, in that I don’t see anything that’s wrong.
Come on and set me alight with longing,
Remind me how to You I am belonging.
I don’t care if my expression lacks sophistication,
I need to pass on from the screen of imagination.
Don’t try to trap me here or to be confusing,
Let me make it clear it’s You alone I’m wanting.
Union with You, whether in song or silence,
I crave, and I am fast running out of patience.
To wonder if this desire from You or me is coming,
Is sophistry, I have no time for such reasoning.
Dying for You is the only way I can find of living,
You wouldn't be You if You were not forgiving.