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emerging

john313

warrior-poet
this thread seems rather empty so....enjoy...

emerging


The few must emerge from the 3-0-9,
To meet the other few before the end time.
Our brothers are waking, removing the shackles,
Opening their eyes, to understand miracles.
The others will follow, like moths to a flame
Seeking no gold, no reward, no fame.
On the narrow path, filled only with love.
Eyes in the sky, their helpers are above.
Streaming with energy, tai'ji walking
Head to the ground, constantly praising.
Wearing old rags, ostricised by 'their own,'
They do not care, heaven is their home.
Giving up the world, the animals are their companions,
Always in their pockets, keys to the mansions.
Taking the vow, their hair will grow,
Purifying their selves, their eyes will glow.
Searching for answers, I realize their ways,
i can easily face the end of days.


peace
 
1 Surah 113. Falaq, or The Dawn.
In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Say: I flee to the Lord of dawn,
2 From mischief of created things,
3 From darkness’ mischief coming on,
4 From mischief of the blowers on
The knots, who practice secret arts,
5 From mischief of the envious kings
Or slaves, whenever envy starts.


Love, let me practice envy in the dawn,
I envy red-bright clouds You have stepped on,
I envy earth caught in Your sleeted tears,
I envy sky bared to You when rain clears,
I envy trees leaf-brushed by both Your hands,
I envy hills where Your lost image stands,
I envy ground grass-kissed by both Your lips,
I envy Psalms where You live drunk in sips,
I envy temple, mosque and synagogue
Where Your Name hides in sunlight or in fog.
I envy sun, moon, stars behind Your train,
I envy taut day and damp night in vain,
Though You escape both times and all compare,
I envy my own self to find You there.
 
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