Monday, May 19, 2008

Less than Dust

I am flying in the arms of my Beloved,
my hair tangles in the wind of His passage.
It shakes the ocean.
Branch after branch in the forest bows down in praise.
Drink lightning, eat thunder,
become dead leaves and feathers,
dust and less than dust
and so learn to fly.

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2 comments:

socrunchy said...

mashaAllah, what a beautiful poem.

Umm Salihah said...

Mash'Allah beautiful