What the world smells like right [[now]]
will never [[be]] said, and my [[heart]] sings
with this one certainty.
Sunset's ring has wrapped the far horizon,
though it's not about these signs.
Do [[not]] stop [[here]] and make a science.
Hold out your hand, palm up, and plea with
this solitary wave
in whose gradual [[sea]] I am.
Hasten to help them dismantle the tent;
it's [[time]] to move on and only
those who are [[will]]ing to help
get to see the unscripted [[moment]]
where wind catches her tail
and sweeps the [[white]] canopy high up in
[[surrender]] and her final veil:
the [[victory]] of Rohanni riders,
roused by this wedding [[night]],
dawning [[light]].
What of that ancient [[heaven]] ly dynamo and how you [[burn]] ed, angel-head, for a whole [[life]] time, or learnt to paint the [[truth…
[[Not]] hing arrived today and the rain was soft, soaking the singing [[sea]] and this sense of pure [[joy]] in a cup of tea after fasting…
To [[be]] with the meaning of sunrise, simply, until the very source of what it is to hasten to this far horizon as it sinks into gold is…
The sky will read you the [[secret]] start to every surah if you stop and rest [[here]] , seeker. No need for anything but to see it…
[[Burn]] ing day: set a [[light]] by how we danced last [[night]] , feeling you right [[here]] , held against me while we moved as one…
"The colour of Allah is upon us! And what better dye than that of Allah. It is Him we worship." 2:138 "The colour of my [[love]] is deep…
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