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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 Beauty 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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