I saw the Sacred Be,
Children descending
One by One
Like beads in a rosary
To pay homage to Life
Only guided by their instinct and love
Without command or scripture.
I Saw the Sacred Be
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The Way to Personal Freedom- 2, Veiled Beauty
I had written this poem a few years ago in a moment of a spiritual ecstasy and union. It is a feeling of Union and Oneness with Everything.
My love with “It” has been a source of freedom for me. Meditation, knowing oneself, fasting a couple of days a week (or eating less), being awake from dawn to sunrise, all help with this experience. Why is this important? Feel it and you will know.
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I see You in the redness of dawn;
in the virgin sky;
in awakened life at early morn;
in Thunder & Lightening;
in the silence of the Dark Night;
between my shadow and I;
in the glorious moon and the bright stars;
in sounds of raindrops:
In the carelessness of children while they play in
Your Thunder, Lightening and Rain;
In waves on an ocean shore;
In the moving wind;
In hope amidst fear;
In the lust of youth.
My Allah, O Veiled Beauty, yet I see you not in all Your Majesty:
I see the footprint but not the Foot;
the shadow but not the Object.
I am a shadow of the Object. The Sun will set upon me and my shadow will fade into the Dark Night.
All that will remain is You. I will return like a raindrop on the ocean back to its Source.
All will perish except Your Face.
My Allah, let me know You as a Friend and let me subsist Within You for an Eternity.
Let the shadow exist without a shadow: in oneness with You
Lost…
I walked to the store,
In longing to buy what I had lost.
Though I found it was not there,
So I ran back in agony.
Then I realized that what I had lost would never come back,
Though that was not up to my deciding.
I walked to the store everyday,
Looking blissfully at the shelf where what I had lost would have been.
One day I got lost too,
And saw my loved ones checking everyday if I was on that shelf,
Though of course I was not.
One day my loved ones got lost as well,
And their loved ones came to see if they were on the shelf.
The I truly did realize that once we were lost once,
We were lost forever.
And that was the circle of life.
Zaynab (9)
Going Home
I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
He’s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit
But he does say what I tell him
Even though it isn’t welcome
He will never have the freedom
To refuse
He will speak these words of wisdom
Like a sage, a man of vision
Though he knows he’s really nothing
But the brief elaboration of a tube
Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
To where it’s better
Than before
Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore
He wants to write a love song
An anthem of forgiving
A manual for living with defeat
A cry above the suffering
A sacrifice recovering
But that isn’t what I want him to complete
I want to make him certain
That he doesn’t have a burden
That he doesn’t need a vision
That he only has permission
To do my instant bidding
That is to SAY what I have told him
To repeat
Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it’s better
Than before
Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore
I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
He’s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2012/01/23/120123po_poem_cohen#ixzz1l8lV095RG
Happiness
My Salvation is beyond the Garden of Eden
or Noah’s Shore:
It is in Sin and Drowning Itself!
I seek a world
without Pain and Pleasure;
cancer and cure;
God and Devil;
Love and Hate;
Lost Dreams and Hopes;
Beauty and Beast.
But it will never be,
Never Be
while I Am:
I am the the Duality:
My Salvation is beyond the Garden of Eden
or Noah’s Shore:
It is in Sin and Drowning Itself!
A Birthday Tradition
In our family, the birthday of everyone is a holiday for everyone of us from work, school and other daily chores. We spend a significant part of the day together. There is an energy and a revival of the self and family to the celebration which is different than if all of us went by our daily activities and only took the time in the evening to celebrate.
I started this tradition 11 years ago. Although at times it has been challenging to work around work and school schedules, this tradition is something we intend to keep: the feeling is worth the time and effort it takes to make this work. I commend this tradition to you.
Love
You wanted me to be a Word,
I became a Book which you had not penned.
My Love: Burn the Book and re-write Your Life.
Be Happy.
The Conscience 