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 given you by [[grace]];
rise and fall fused
by the feeling in your [[heart]]
as two hadedas scream the Name
and a starling unfolds its red-winged [[song]]
backed by a small choir of bush shrikes,
believing their place to be [[now]]here
but [[here]], beholding [[heaven]]
behind closed [[eye]]s as the clouds bleed
crimson and a thousand other colours beside,
breaking in waves which bring back
a brave diver drenched by the depths,
lying gasping on the [[beach]], still begging
this wide world:
"Never quench me".
Life is just a fancy dress up party and we players with a small part, [[here]] to restore a rubbish pile and persuade you that it is…
"His knowledge of my condition frees me from asking" - Abraham This [[self]] bent over, bereft, finally brave [[enough]] to bare a small…
"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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