Golden Jannat


Trees grow tall before me,

With joy and laughter they reach to heaven dancing,

Hoping I can see them….

…high above on a colder crag the Tree:

Rooting deep through rocks that nothing else can break…

Roots break mountains stern from the violence of love…

Smoke drifts through the trees and high

above where ordinary men can reach there is a fire

on the cliff’s edge burning…I am there…I am the fire…

Old tree…into your strength I have been leaning….

Your joy and laughter already reaching the skies….

To lean in your branches safe…roots giving life…

Your branches close around…sun flecks…

Golden Jannat Come!

You embrace as one who cannot be burned…

I am hungry for your fruit and reach up

You drop to me my soul…happiness is yours…

Rough bark is like silk against my hands…

O beloved one I would grow roots of fire

With you and twist as one. Be in me beloved.

I am you and we are as eagles on this sacred edge.

Nothing there is in the world more precious than you beloved…

who gave me the frangrace of…

Roses….

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