Intuition

The phenomenon that resides in you
Listens to a voice that does not speak

So quiet your mind and listen to it
For it carries messages to your creek

If this voice was never heard by any
There would never be a rational mind

It’s the sacred gift humanity has
It’s where wisdom dwells for us to find

Had Socrates not listened to this voice
He wouldn’t have drunk the hemlock he got

And neither would have Plato gone on to
Tell truths that by reason are arrived not

Rumi ran on the path his heart knew of
To dig treasures in the ruins he had found

Thus, follow the voice of your intuition
So you can find what you haven’t yet found

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The World I Know

The world I know has succumbed to darkness
And now there is no path to be seen

I walk heavily, aimlessly in dust
As if by some wine this body careens

Your longing, your memory is carried
In the river, where my heart’s swallowed

Where stories of anguish are retold
Where tales of my sorrow have echoed

Death has never come when it is welcomed
And despite many pleads He does not hear

So I’m waiting for a little longer
For a dawn may come, a spring may be near

When even the moon is tired of my pain
When my eyes drunk of darkness are restored

When both of my feet find some steady ground
When this body does become its own ward

When my heart finally lands somewhere
When all the lamentations are finished

When I do not welcome death anymore
When my pleads of death to Him are finished

So let candles burn out and turn lamps off
For neither of them have replaced the sun

Let the sun then rise, and let me rise too
Let the birds sing, let a new life happen

Let the spring come, let all the flowers bloom
Let a breeze wander, let the rain fall too

Let me speak of love, let me praise my muse
Let me combine words, and let me rhyme too

The Hour

The hour I feared has come, beloved
As I’ve begun to slowly forget you

For the sun’s redness is lost in the dusk
And the birds have stopped chirping songs for you

If I were to light candles in your wait
At some time, my love, they will burn out too

For deep down, I know you will never come
And wait for new dawn will start again too

Now the colour of your eyes is fading
From the memory, I have held too dear,

And I miss how your pupils would dilate
And how I would stand far and still be near

My dreams can no longer consist of you
As I lie ‘wake in the endless darkness,

For my soul is afraid to leave this bod
For it knows it may find death in stillness

Thus, beloved, do not let me forget
Find me before I leave this town for sure

Then tell me you and I are possible
So that we can then be each other’s cure

The Journey to God

I have much wondered about the unseen
I have much felt a need to look for You

I have much believed in a lover’s love
I have much relied on intuition too

My realization that I do exist
Has made me realize Your astute design,

The complexity of the universes,
And in the pattern all creations align

Who has but You taught me what I know not
For my soul has knowledge that I learnt not

You gave me divinity I earned not
You gave me a body I respect not

And I fathom why You gave stars a voice
Why You made all the trees to be silent

Why You made the rain this captivating
Why You made the dark to be so violent

And there’s so much more to say to You
That can’t be contained in prayers to You

So let my death be sooner for I’m tired,
I’m tired of not being united with You

The Questions

What’s body but a raiment for the soul?
Is then body pure if the soul is not?

What’s this emptiness but a need for love?
Is then search important or is it not?

What’s morality but a code of life?
Is then conduct good if it fails morals?

What’s love but a ray of acceptance?
Is it then love if it’s conditional?

What’s prayer but an expression of love?
Is it then prayer if it asks for love?

What’s sin but a scar of impurity?
How much of repentance is then behove?

What is this life but a short wait of death?
Is then death not a part of the travel?

What’s soul but a piece of divinity?
Is it not what is divine immortal?

What are these questions but curiosity?
Is then answers of these not satisfying?

What is then the purpose but to fathom?
Is then understanding not fulfilling?

Come Then, Beloved

Come, to put some hope in today’s poison
For the strength to endure the days is lost

Come, to preserve in me the divine fire
For my heart is at a great risk of frost

Come, let’s witness together a sun’s dawn
For all these dawns now feel lonely to me

Come, let’s stargaze together in moon’s light
For all these stars seem less lively to me

Come, walk a road with me with conviction
For all my destinations are upset

Come, walk paths with me I’m afraid to take
For they’ll put distance between us, I fret

Come, beloved, add colour to my world
For everything here appears usual

Come then, beloved, and make me your home
For this heart is but at your disposal

The End

Is this the end of my pursuit of you?
Was this always just another dead end?

What is there to regret anymore?
For I have done all that I did intend

O beloved, I have been your poet
I have been more to you than anyone

And I’m unsure if I could write of love,
If I could be more again to someone

For I am afraid, you would cross my mind
And I would again fall in love with you

But I have grown fluent in the language
That my anguish has endowed me with too

I do not blame you, for you are still lost
I wonder, why you refuse to be found

And I’m keeping my door open for you
Just so you can find me once you are found