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Blind enough
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2013-01-31  |     | 

Invisible surrounding
Electromagnetic field
Radiates untitled something
A spiritual something you may say
While you encroach the emerald grass
Pearls of dew children of light
Sun was sometime a god
Called Shamash and Ra
The Moon was goddess sometime
Called Luna a dwelling of Gabriel
A multi-wing angel
A cosmic messenger
Athanor cocked a dish
They call it elixir of life
Involutionary stairways guides you
From macro, mezzo and micro cosmos
Yet the heart with dozen rubies inside, an organic pomegranate
To burst its peel a menses of Mother Nature
Announces the birth of the smile
Again a smile gave birth to love
We’ll celebrate the success of the prodigy
And the enlightenment of new coming adept
Enchanting melodies in procession of angelic dress
Haute Couture fluid emanation of the
Rejoicing lucky few
Hokusai taught me hundred techniques of printing the soul
On the electromagnetic canvas
While Devil wears Prada
I wear Thot’s dress and catapult as a fireball
King David touched my heart strings
Its rainbow harp
Jeshu anointed me with jasmine
Muhammad stamped his seal in my forehead
To rest with Buddha
Beneath the shadow of the Bo
My wounds were treated
With Arabic balm
E. A. Poe brought in his Raven
With Gibran I drink the vine
From Zarathustra’s vineyards
And eat rice with Lao Tzu
We measured all dimensions with Confucius
Aristotle revealed the benefits of the fig
I have planted a golden fig
Ibn Arabi came to salute my death
Rumi sings love…
Melting one as pine resin
In the hot summer days
Yet this surrounding performs
All possessing elements of creativity
We are still blind to see
There’s a difference indeed
But we are blind
Unaware enough
To not see this beauty

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