Mother’s Milk and Other Stories

May 3, 2007 in Poems of Love, Poems of Travel, The Poet's Eyes, The Poet's Tongue...

Peace, one and all…

Here are some more of my most recent poetic reflections.  Enjoy and may the Beloved make them beneficial.

Mother’s Milk

There is beauty here.
Heart-pounding,
breath-taking
beauty.

And the more beauty I see,
the more it shapes my every waking moment,
my every living breath.

So I become a sponge,
soaking up each drop of Love’s liquid grace,
till it flows forth from every pore of me.

It’s mother’s milk that I drink here in sunlight
and like a new born child at the breast,
all I can do is feed in delight.

Two Roads

Of what use is a vessel that is empty of Love?
Of what useis a tree with wood cancerous and rotten?

This life of ours offers two roads to walk,
two fields of vision to see.

So let your road begin with mercy
and your vision see naught but Love.

Let your vessel fill with the pure wine of hope
and make firm your every root and branch
with loving kindness.

Ma’as salama,
Abdur Rahman