Pheonix

Out of a burning desire to be one with You,
I rise to majesty,
and at my best,
I set my wings ablaze
to shed my mortal shackles,
My burning carcas;
like a flame thrown across the sky
falls back towards the earth,
Turned to ash;
Scattered, freed,  elevated,
Iam ecststic,
and no sooner dead, that I am born again
Out of the very ashes
of my mortal self.
More majestic, more in Love.
Though i remain oblivious,
Your entire creation is awed
at the spectacle of this magnificent proclamation,
of my love for You.

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Through The Light In The Dark

Down I went, wings ablaze,

Spiraling in to the  depths

of the dark corners

and the deep trenches of despair.

In darkest of the dark,

my sight was defeated by the

absence of light.

On the edge of a looming doom,

I found a light within my heart,

I saw what my eyes had long concealed,

what my dreams had often revealed,

though brushed aside by logic.

The  reality manifest in the dark,the senses could not perceive.

My soul, I find, when liberated,

has wings,

Time is limitless,

Eternity is love,

transcending and transforming,

Unraveling the mysteries to the beauty of Being,

The meaning of life,

And the relation It enjoys with the creation.

Io! I relate to the blades of grass

and to the droplet that leaves the cloud to be water

and then merges with the soil to be green,

to be seen,

I relate to each color of the rainbow,

to every streak of light,

and then back to dark, where I found the truth I had long been searching for,

which I had but failed to see until the Dark,

Through the light in the dark!

In Search of You!

I am here at the altar,

I beseech You for an answer,

I saw you wandering in the dark,

and running seamless in a streak of light,

I saw you singing at a shrine,

I saw you crying at the funeral of a loved one,

I saw you angered by the mob that chased you and

the kids that poked you with a stick because you

were homeless and dirty, you were crazy they said,

I saw you praying in synagogue, I saw you kneeling in a church,

I saw you in a mosque, I could say you were at home,

I saw you raging in the waters and thundering in the clouds,

I saw you red, I saw you green, I saw you in the rainbow,

And on the palette of an artist, wanting to be painted,

Yearning to be seen,

I saw you in the wisdom of an old man’s whisper,

and in the follies of the youth that sees nothing but his dreams,

I looked around and I saw you, I closed my eyes and I saw you,

I looked at me and I saw you,

I saw you as I saw me,

I was wondering if you could tell me,

All this while,

had I been looking for myself?!