SufismDecember 27, 2007 9:19 pm
Greatness
Is always built upon this foundation:
The ability To appear, speak and act
As the most Common Man.
PoetryDecember 1, 2007 7:33 pm
I sow pearls in the soil of your moon;
Hiding from men, i weep like dawn.
I am reluctant to come out in the busy day,
And my tears flow in the solitude of night.
The cry pent up inside me,
Whom should I get to hear it,
And to whom can I show my burning desire?
Lying on my chest the lightning Sinai sobs:
Where is the seeing eye- has it gone to sleep?
My assembly hall is dead like the candle at a grave.
Alas, night! I have a long way to go!
The winds of the present age are not favourable to me.
I do not feel the loss sufferred.
The message of love,
When i can no longer keep it to myself,
I come and tell it to your shining stars.
