100 Rays Reach The Sun
"If Man cultivates his potential for love, and thereby ascends to the heavens untrammeled as Christ did, his inner, spiritual light is enough to outshine all the cosmic luminaries.”
-Bashiri (1979)
Velvet petals bloom flowers of creation flowing, willing
Her eyes are finely cut gems that adorn the night sky’s filling
From her lamp a hundred rays reach the sun
Warmth of her perfumed body under silk, prophesy fulfilling
Pouring out of her root chakra - these liquid crystals spilling
Are you a capitalist hippie, or a worldly monk?
Come come now bearer, you wholesome drunk..
What do Bashir’s rivers of tears carry beside the immense weight of Love?
Since on this journey, the oceans appear as but a little dew over grass.
It’s from الله
