Friday, August 28, 2020
Poem
“The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you ll never have.”
Søren Kierkegaard
Friday, August 7, 2020
Poem
By Muhyiddin ibn Arabi
(1165 - 1240)
My heart wears all forms:
For gazelles it is an open field,
for monks a cloister.
It is a temple for idols,
and for pilgrims the Ka'ba.
It is the Torah's tablets
and the pages of the Quran.
Love is the faith I follow.
Whichever path Love's caravan takes,
that is my road and my religion.
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Prose
Blinded by the sunrise
I capture beauty behind the light
Waves crash and breathe blows back time
I call to Jesus
The silent nature answes my prayers with a full heart
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