WAKING THE DREAM

it's like grammar school,
learning to spell
my name,
letting my tiny fingers
grip the pencil,
twisting and turning
on the page, the proud
feeling while waiting
for the gold star
and a on the report card...

only to be given a new name,
one that came when i remembered
the Oneness of Love, like a soul
tucked in to a body, waiting
for daddy's good night kiss.
listen.
though we remain His children,
lessons in life acted like paint
hiding a masterpiece beneath.
those dreams of paradise?
they aren't dreams.

TASTE OF GOD

those who have tasted God carry it;
ecstasy never leaves their voices.
we don't need a language
to understand it in,
just make a sound
and whatever comes
from your mouth
will emanate
the taste
of Love.

Hu!

You
drip
invisibly,
inaudibly
from our
lips.

LOVE?

Through this,
you lead me through
the night.
The path to peace
is lit. I yearn You,
Lord, Most Merciful,
Most Compassionate.
Am I the essence
You want me to be,
pure ingredients
creating my heart?
Am I real
in this, Lover?
Can I really be
Love?
Lover of Love,
do I Love You?
In the sound
of my heart,
Love,
is that You?

HOPE WRITTEN ON A STORMY NIGHT

Call it starlight,
this flame
that has not failed me...

call it God-Light
and sigh it
into the universe
like every star
that brightens
this night sky.

If I can't see stars,
still my heart;
We whispered
away doubt
with Mystery,
making possible
what we deny
God creates.

There are so many signs,
so many paths
to peace.

And they are not dreams.
Even in my confusion tonight,
even in the aftermath
of heartbreak,
we will trust in the Divine.
He is unbeatable; He is
every unknown Essence
scattering
seeds
of Light.

Oh, Light of Love.
You are the Teacher,
teaching us to touch
our way out of darkness.
Your hand leads ours
and faith itself will give sight
to any unseeing eye
tonight.

HOW WE SAY GOODBYE

(for Aqsa Parvez)
http://www.thestar.com/search?&q=aqsa&r=


my darling child,
rebellious
one
who sought only
what a child would,
how has it come to this?
the name of our God
is the same
yet you have died
because of Him
and i have
claimed
only
Love
in His Name.

God's own tears
can't undo
what
was
done
to
you

who is safe now
in the hands of God.
if only,
if only,
if only
one of us had known
(we did know),
had been there
to stop
him.

now
He holds you,
like a star in the sky.
you are my universe tonight.
i never cried
like this before,
never yearned to shed
my own guilt
so much
because
we waited
for it to come to this,
selfishly
failing
to protect
what you alone
could not protect.
my love will yearn forever to resuscitate
the will to fight
what you alone
could
not
fight.

i am your voice
and you,
my
darling
child,
were mine
because
i no longer
care
what
i will
sacrifice.

in death,
you
became
the child
of Love,
sweet sister,
beloved
child.

i am awake tonight
to pray
your life
will wake us all.
i am crying tonight
what tears can't heal.

in our mistakes,
humanness is forgiven,
but what happens
now.
we should have come.
we should have heard.

what there is to learn,
oppression
wears
your
face
and everywhere
we hear no answer
when we call out your name.
you
show
us
we
are
all
to
blame.

Our prayers must break our silence
like a storm cloud
until His Love reigns again.

He Is Why

He is the why

the Y of You
the I in why

the Y seed
dots the i
with why

why?
He is why

without Y
without I
without Why

the word of God
could not be
spoken

LIGHT DOES NOT SHATTER

the reason
light will not shatter
gave it so huge a symbolic duty.
watch closely because it can shine
no matter how many rays we deem divided.
scattering,
there
is
only
the
scattering,
like star dust,
still glittering,
gently,
like whispering
of angels
when a child is born.
the sun isn't made
of breakable
matter.
it's power feels more
like a note of the song
from God's Oneness
than the glass that holds
the blood of Jesus.

there is, after all,
only the symbol
of blood,
the illusion of death,
our tongues taste Truth
in the names of God,
infinite
expressions
of the One.

there is a place
in God's world
for shattering
and scattering
and shards,
but nothing is ever
enough to turn
to wound the sense
of Light in us.

those are stories,
fiction,
fantasies.

a zillion rays
make a zillion pieces
of light. after all,
God uses this to guide
the lost,
the empty,
the aching,
the shredded,
the bleeding.

we have witnessed
the ability of
a kiss of the most miniscule
trickle of light
to heal
a person for life.