look for the moment
wind and bough
here and now
faithful companions
quiet submission
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On Following The Unlettered Intellect
I often wonder how to reconcile
This paradox in knowledge that I see:
To slog through books in earnest, all the while
Admiring the unlettered Nabi.
And then I heard this wisdom: all the toil
The seeker puts into sincere seeking,
The sleepless hours burned by midnight oil
To brave a climb that’s marked by endless peaking,
Produces such sophisticated minds
Well honed upon the stone of scholarship,
But even what the mill of learning grinds
Despite its many tries to take a sip
Can’t reach the fountain flowing beyond sins
To where prophetic intellect begins.
This
A dweller in the garden
Rises from a resting place
Leaves, a patch of verdant green
In a solitary trace
Rise in glory
Breathe in bliss
Fragrances
And then there’s this
One
Let the morning sunshine
Wash the golden petal,
Strengthen stalk for wind and dew
That seeks a leaf to settle.
One, the source of sunshine,
Of petal, wind and dew,
And One, the source of word and thought,
Remembering the True.
Boomerang
There is no procreation
In paradise; it’s where
Eternal is companionship
For those who flourish there.
And herein lies the irony
Within the devil’s snare:
It sparked the procreation of
The one he couldn’t bear.
Courtesy sulook.org/hikam