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Unknowing Escapists 

Death, ..not proud—So sleep!

...dreaming of thy softer skin

—Thee—objectified!

Preacher

—Truly righteous.  But...

No better than a mystic

Ah, divine nature...

Sept-28-2003 1:40pm 
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

Reds oranges yellows and some green 
So bright and beautiful 
A cover of leaves paint the ground 
The gorgeous color covers every seam 

So quite so peaceful 
Birds cherping and making thier nest as winters call 
Mysticle and Sightful 
Magical colors comes every fall 

Mother natures awesome creation 
Different colors through out the nation 
But sadly it only comes only once a year 
Before the winters cold chilly call 
A silence outside you'll hear 
Until you go in the leaves to have a ball 
Before you know it The snow will begin to fall 

White glisten ice covers the outdoor floor 
Just sitting there snuggled up so calm and peaceful 
I dont want to leave 
I want it to come more 
I wish you could look through my eyes and see 
What i have stuck in my memory 
I get to experience this glory i wish you were here with me 
This mysticle color comes after September 
I wish I could always store 
The colors I always want to remember 

copyright 

The summer night and the full moon,

Have an effect of their own,

When seated alone and all to myself,

What a night to make many swoon!

My heart is losing interest in all,

These creations, slowly yet surely,

Except my Creator who is mine?

This is the fact and perhaps a call.

To me, to leave this world's facades,

And return to the One who deserves,

My total love, of heart, mind and soul,

My Sustainer: Now the only goal.

Human love, ah, how it changes!

Wavering like a low flame's light,

Never constant and never mine,

Far from me are its huge ranges.

It is my Lord God in my heart now,

I have already given myself to Him,

So when the summer night and the moon,

Rise and gaze, I am lost in His love.

The girl, the maiden, I loved and lost,

The like of whom I have not seen,

It seems even her soul comes down,

Telling  me of what all I have got.

In this materialistic and untrue world,

It is my Lord God Almighty alone,

Who has saved my heart from being rent,

Then why not should I cry and repent?

I care no more where my friends are,

They are all okay, this much I know,

When they have no time for me,

Why should I worry or myself mar?

In my Lord God's love I find peace,

Joy, calm, an ethereal feel,

So, I turn more to Him these days,

As He welcomes me with His embrace.

When I bow down to Him I am His,

When I kneel, my being lights up,

When I pray, His Light shines fully,

Blessing me with a spiritual kiss. 

This world is now a sorry place,

Where the rat race for more is on,

Whereas it is all bound to end,

This sojourn here ....is it our place?

Fallen from Eden, our first parents came,

And the Gardens of The God are for us,

This world is reaching its full term,

We have to return and without a blame.

It is either Heaven that will be for us,

Or Hell fire, with its burning hiss,

In the love of my Lord God is my grace,

I have been saved...To Him all praise.

All the prophets sent for us by God,

Have warned us about this deception,

The trap of Satan and his wile guiles,

Still, we are being goaded by his rod.

The "Lord is my Shepherd" -- it is so true,

All Praise to Him who made me and you,

Everything is bound to perish save Him,

It's time to mend lives and pray to Him.

His love has no bounds, nor His grace,

He has no wish to punish us at all,

It is we who are bent on destruction,

Wait! Let me revel in my Lord's call...

Every wise man and wise women knows,

That the end of the world is quite scary,

"This is not our home": They say to us all,

"Strive for Heaven, ere Hell's fury blows".

The mercy of my Lord God is great,

His forgiveness is beyond compare,

He has warned us of where we 'll go,

Both Heaven and Hell for us do wait.

The lover of The God Almighty knows,

That to Him he has to go,

And In His merciful, loving presence,

The truth is that pure, divine love glows.

Farewell O world, I am fed up now,

Of all that you possess and boast,

In the loving presence of my Lord I live,

And the truth is: This love is the best.

mystical magical words

of love,

bring me the child in all.

mystical magical child within,

remind me, 

unblind me

to my essence

again.

mystical magical 

moonlit night,

let blankets of 

moonbeams

restore my sight.

mystics in poetry,

angels of rhyme,

shower me,

empower me,

twirl love 

to infinity,

your gentleness is

grace so sublime!

Inspired by Allets 

©

 http://www.postpoems.org/authors/allets/poem/961824]

......

O God Almighty,
You are everywhere,
Invisible to eyes,
But visible to some hearts.
In my own You reside,
Then why am I so restless,
What do I still crave,
Why all this unease?
Help me O Allah,
Save me...please...

I am the drop of water,
Cut off from the seas,
My broken heart is the house,
Where He lives unseen,
Still, there are endless hours,
When I have no peace.
I am the son of Adam,
And of Mother Eve,
The Spirit in me is He,
Which nobody sees...
Death is ordained for me,
For the Spirit must move on,
To higher realms above,
His is the Increase...
His Light shines in me,
And I must perfect it,
Or else abandon myself,
To the lowest degrees.
His divine tavern is mine,
He is my best Saqi,
His love is my strength,
And it does not decrease.
I am man, He is God,
I am mortal, He eternal,
Nothing can be like Him,
And He is not a fraud.
The sages of the ages,
The prophets and their pages,
Understood and accepted,
The facts of all the stages,
He is the Maker, I am made,
Of many a world's mixture,
He is the light that doesn't fade.
So like Mansoor Al Hallaj,*
Die for Him and live on,
Forever and ever in Him,
His Oneness -- none can gauge.
I am His and He is mine,
And He is my source of life,
The life that is eternal,
Sans body and sans all strife.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on September the 16th, 2011).

Yesterday, I was stopped by a mountain,
And a thunderous waterfall while on my way,
To the eternal truth and a spiritual fountain,
I paused and then God's help shone like a ray,
Of pure, ethereal, soul-uplifting light,
A friend kept quiet and another came in sight.
Good and decent, blessed with a great gift,
To see through people and their motives,
And a strange way of empathising and being,
Deeply understanding plus a heart that gives,
Now, I bathe my body and soul in the rain,
And get ready to move onwards again.
I can cross all barriers and swim past seas,
I can break the bones of wandering betrayers,
For blessed with the strength of Samson am I,
And the blood of Caliph Ali'*, which doesn't freeze,
And as long as this new-found friend smiles at me,
I remain undaunted to make He and I -- We.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on July 21, 2011).

Almost fell from my horse-saddle while speedily galloping,
It happens sometimes as even I am a mortal being;
In the wee hours of fleeting night, though it was comforting,
To be fully aware that my Saviour knows everything.

The call to pray floated just before the day came,
Hinting to me about the futility of worldly fame;
Even silence sighed for those who perished in the quest,
While an angel whispered about their futile toiling.

Then Naseem* nudged me with its gentle, healing touch,
A secluded spot inside my heart liked the feel so much;
The blue-black sky said: nothing here is lasting and I rose,
With renewed spiritual energy and a zest I marched on:

Toward the lofty goals I have set for myself and my heart,
Braving everything that which had threatened to rip me apart;
Like all those before me yet undeterred I keep moving on,
Determined and fortified and all the more spiritually smart.

Drizzling mercy came rained from above as God's blessing,
Replenishing and rejuvenating my emotionally hurt being;
The Master Writer of fate had sent me a message silently,
Whose contents are sacred and holier than the Pierean Spring*.