HOW SHOULD THE SOUL not take wings









HOW SHOULD THE SOUL

not take wings

when from the Glory of God

It hears a sweet, kindly call:

"Why are you here, soul? Arise!"

How should a fish not leap fast

into the sea form dry land

When from the ocean so cool

the sound of the waves reaches its

How should the falcon not fly

back to his king from the hunt

When from the falconer's drum

it hears to call: "Oh, come back"?

Why should not every Sufi

begin to dance atom-like

Around the Sun of duration

that saves from impermanence?

What graciousness and what beauty?

What life-bestowing! What grace!

If anyone does without that, woe-

what err, what suffering!

Oh fly , of fly, O my soul-bird,

fly to your primordial home!

You have escaped from the cage now-

your wings are spread in the air.

Oh travel from brackish water

now to the fountain of life!

Return from the place of the sandals

now to the high seat of souls!

Go on! Go on! we are going,

and we are coming, O soul,

From this world of separation

to union, a world beyond worlds!

How long shall we here in the dust-world

like children fill our skirts

With earth and with stones without value,

with broken shards without worth?

Let's take our hand from the dust grove,

let's fly to the heavens' high,

Let's fly from our childish behaviour

and join the banquet of men!

Call out, O soul, to proclaim now

that you are rules and king!

You have the grace of the answer,

you know the question as well!




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Ernest Bevans's picture

Sola, you have such an eye for beauty and a way of letting
others see through that eye.

I have written a reply to this beautiful post:
http://www.postpoems.com/cgi-bin/displaypoem.cgi?pid=108972

Keep your eye simple - Keep your flame bright and your heart chaste. -ernest