You, the infinite.
Ever extending, brightened insight.
The constant prayer, the inner silence overlapping.
Jubilation’s chair, hope in repair.
Envisioned spectacular ceremonial mapping.
A heightened accord, a breath-full of words.
A heart-warmed ford to breeze through the formless.
Your subtle starlight, strumming reflections elevating the air.
Singing the day’s symphonies, dancing celestials the shadows in busk.
An inner task.
Temporal to godspeed. Salt to spirit.
A scintillating urgency observations grasp.
Lifetimes in repetition cues muscle-memory for self-discipline’s harp.
The questions queue answers in beat-boxes.
A hastened learning curve twangs to attune the twine.
You in the vowel, my consonant delight. The heart beats a flight.
In another life of delivered letters. Forwards a meter to foot the syllables on your path.
All the earthly in ancient swoon, sunshine the moon and back in your smile.
Upon my lips, it stays awhile. Sating to the shine of your ways, for always.
Above feeling and sensation.
In the place of repose.
In the melding of form to the soul’s reform. The one love that pervades, the universe’s fabric breathes to its cascades.
I enter my Lord’s house, with my bridled’s reflection, the triumph that trumpets, A union of divine circumspect. A devotion inflects.
Amidst the joy, the singing vessel howls a well of tears, a sacred lake in reverence, a river of light flows its deliverance. Time halts its constant march, offering the Moon’s reprieve from eternal parch. The winds spread to nature’s enchant, bowing to ripen and attune the tree of repose to a yearning branch.
This veil of separation, the distance sanctifying in-seams.
The breath in reparation, the soul reaching its light to the finite’s in-between.
Transcendental until manifest, like the spirit dweller upon the threshold, gently waiting to adore. Cosmic the longings implore.
Had of the cup of knowledge, sought and outpoured to healing’s flight and all manners betwixt in mystical rites. The inner temple to house and hearth the temporal toast, divinities in crowns hath not the glory of true reflection, than the accord of the love’s heartened renown.
A celestial profound, to anchor my smile in your surround of eternal resound.
Patience beckons its coast, like the waves merely hover like these words like a pilgrim’s traces.
Lit, the inner lamp yet reaches, heightened to your harmonies.
Like dew in the morning’s apparent adorn.
Asunder this night of form, if you could hear in my heart,
You would me as the shine in your eyes.
And like the sky and its horizon, the sunrise to my surmise.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
"- Words from Adonis, the Syrian poet (born Ali Ahmad Said Esber). “So that your body moves wisely so that I move with it with what is above it below it. and in between so that I surround you and break any barrier that separates you from me. I read the book of your priests I grow into your origins.
I taste their creatures and personify them in my delusions so that you become the dot,
and I become the script and shape. so that you become ‘From’ and what follows it .
I am not your sea I am not the swans you wait for I have nothing but limbs.
Limbs that get lost.
After I erased-discovered you,
lost in a fever whose outer reaches I have yet to discover.
‘About’ and what it possesses, where words cannot contain me,
where only imaginings and symbols can contain me.”"
Script and Shape | Adonis