Illusory Veil

The Buraq my mount, on journey received
I will go, no matter my destination,
burn as moth to a flame, and rise a phoenix.
Lift the veil, lift the veil! End this turmoil,
open my chest, claim my heart your throne, no
will is stronger than yours, Beloved. Allow
my soul to act as a mirror to your face,
the oasis and desert, flower and bird
drunk off Heaven, entranced in song, eaten
whole by lions of want and need. I am not
contained by Earth, so lift the veil! Alone,
your gaze completes me, and I am destroyed.

Nov. 06, 2021

The path into the light seems dark,
the path forward seems to go back,
the direct path seems long,
true power seems weak,
true purity seems tarnished,
true steadfastness seems changeable,
true clarity seems obscure,
the greatest art seems unsophisticated,
the greatest love seems indifferent,
the greatest wisdom seems childish.