Tag: Spiritual

• Fanaa

  Do the hues leave clues, as to the depth from which, the stillness in your gaze,
  draws in this moth, willing to scald its wings?
  
  Maybe you’ll see through my inept utterings,
  as I stutter and stumble,
  humbled by the intensity of those eyes
  Drawn to the intent of those eyes
  On my knees, I relent to those eyes
  Deepest of browns – like dusk veiling dawn – as I descend into those eyes
  
  Until, there is no longer I
  Only an echo,
  A shadow,
  A moon-drunk moth still dancing, on the shimmer of your gaze
  Fanaa* in your flame
  
  Finally, you blink…
  and allow me to breathe
  I’m ready to sink once again
  To fall through the canopy of those lashes
  and into my lover’s eyes
  
  Are you ready?
  Now don’t blink this time…🧿

  
  Explainer: Fanaa* – a Sufi term for the annihilation of ego / self in the presence of the divine / beloved.

  Jul 1, 2025

  ego, eyes, free verse, poem, poetry, romantic, Spiritual, sufi

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• A void dance

  If I look to the world for company, I find it fleeting

  I forget every time that you’re in here all along

  Beating gently within and without,

  The only certainty atop my mountain of doubt

  I need not listen for your whispers,

  For in that straining, the undue pain of loneliness is paid with interest

  Torment replaces rest, and your peace is drowned

  Let me go

  Let me drown instead

  End that ego that begins and ends in my head

  Become nothing,

  Where it all begins with no end

  Embrace the void,

  To feel full again.

  Oct 3, 2024

  consciousness, ego, introspective, peace, poetry, solitude, Spiritual

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• The Tavern

  Oh how slowly does he pour my drink!
  Lest I sear my throat to soon
  And slumber through the new moon
  The barkeeper keeping me at bay
  For the pleasure is not in rushing
  But in the leisure of the stay
  Nor does he fill the glass
  Swells lapping safely beneath the brim
  Tavern lights tauntingly twinkle the empty crystal
  Unsatisfied I push the chalice back
  He holds my gaze
  He holds my gaze
  He holds my gaze
  Floundering I draw the chalice back
  Raising a toast
  Or a white flag, I’m not so sure
  He interrupts
  ‘To good health Ghafoor,
  savour the sweet,
  relish the heat
  Make not haste but merely saunter
  Keep your eyes on me not on the decanter
  To good health Ghafoor’
  His stinginess in the pour
  Baffling for I knew not what for
  Yet he was much wiser than I
  That much I cannot deny
  For here I sit
  Struggling to take a sip
  It was but one drop
  But that one drop was a river
  Barely breathing my lungs fill
  The barkeeper takes the glass, forseeing the spill
  ‘You cannot traverse this stream yet you seek the ocean’
  ‘Seeking my peace though you drown in commotion’
  ‘A faithless heart yet you claim devotion’
  With eyes growing heavy
  Burdened by the shame my shoulders shuddered to bear
  Waining before the barkeepers glare
  The temple I entered now becomes my tomb
  The tavern lamps slowly dance into the gloom

  Aug 15, 2015

  alcohol, conversation, drink, drunk, meaning, Spiritual, sufi style

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