Light

The wrong light —
loud and brash
the one of multicolored awnings and incandescent screens.
— The one where you lose yourself.

The wrong light —
uncouth and effortlessly seen
the one that sucks in the lost and the desperate.
— The one that keeps you away from yourself.

Be careful when you walk the path.
Don’t be lured by complicated glitter.

Light is a river of overflowing splendor.
It shines yet does not blind.
Its rays are strong yet embrace you with infinite tenderness.
This is the Light that shatters your deepest misgivings.
It is the one of grace and infinite mercy.
The one of simple joy.
— The very one that is within you.

Kenza.

The prophets are leaving

Can you hear them?
The prophets are leaving.
They have had enough.

The mountains no longer go to them,
no sea is churned, while the sky hides its moon
and the stars are too blurry to read.

The earth lays desolate like a dead turtle on its back.
Not a leaf, not a whisper of wind remain,
there is nothing left to measure or to paint.

Dissonance fills every cavity, even the husks of wheat.
It no longer rains, and no one understands
that it is because alchemy is taught no more.

The prophets are leaving.

Left behind are the screamers.
Oh they can dance and sing and even laugh,
but they do not know how to swirl.

Absolute love languishes untouched.
They confined it to a dreary definition
reducing the One to oneself.

Now, Rumi is read obtrusively
by myopic egos too scared to dive into the sea
– eight hundred years of wisdom discarded…

The prophets are gone.

I heard their steps.
They left in the middle of the night,
only the poets were awake.

After they left, I read Rumi.
His book of poetry and I
burst into flames.

Kenza.

Inspiration: what I see. 

 

The poet

The poet sees the light
that seeps through
the breaches of the heart.

With only letters at his disposal,
he strings them together
to express what is silent.

He then sets them free
becoming the morning breeze
that embraces the broken.

Kenza.

Inspiration: reading Hafez in the early morning.