Aria

Peace, one and all…

Here’s the 3rd poem.  Enjoy.

Aria

I have traveled far
Among the planets and the stars
Just looking for You.
Eons I have searched for Thee
Not knowing You were here with me
Waiting for me to find You.
And now I know there’s no where else to go;
Just go within and let You love me.
Just go within and fall into Your arms;
Just go within and let You love me.
In many lives I’ve sought for Thee.
I’ve strived, I’ve cried, I’ve fought for Thee
To learn to know You.
Darkness had it’s way with me
And Maya had it’s sway with me
And still Your love was true.
And now I know there’s one thing left to do;
Just go inside and let You love me.
Lifetimes spent thinking of Thee,
Yearning, learning to be free
And give my love to You.
Loving You was all I knew;
To feel You and to be with You
Is all I longed for.
And now I see Your love was waiting there for me;
Waiting for me to let You love me.

Heart with sweet devotion filled;
On highest tracts I soared, I thrilled –
So deeply loving You.
Yet I stumbled and I strayed,
I made mistakes, I looked away,
And still Your love was there.
And then I knew that I must fall into Your arms;
Fall in Your arms and let You love me.
You whispered soft, unheard, denied
“My child, I’m here with you; I’m by your side;
Now, won’t you trust Me?”
“There’s nothing for you to lose.
There’s nothing more for you to prove.
Just let Me love you.”
“Nothing to fear: no shame, no blame – just fall into My arms.
No need to hide; just come inside and let Me love you.”
Grace descended and I knew
Surrender was the way to You;
Trusting to let You love me.
Holy Grail of Trust I quaft.
Surrendered now, I’ve come at last
To give my all to You.
The time has come for me to fall into Your arms.
The time has come to let You love me.
Come show me how to fall into Your arms;
Come show me how to let You love me.
Come show me now, come show me how
To fall into Your arms; fall in Your arms and let You love me.
Come show me how to let You love me.

Saranya
http://www.soulcalls.org

Ma’as salama,
Abdur Rahman

Homing to the Given

Peace, one and all…

Here’s the 2nd poem.  Enjoy

Homing to the Given

I am moving into old time.
Fire embraces my shadow,
absorbs darkness into heat.
Friends linger, huddle under
our circular warmth. Ten thou-
sand years melt away in current
climate shift. There goes snow.
Too late for consolation, too late
to rewind the trend toward entropy.
Decades, centuries speed past
future possibles into the past as
currencies of passable presents.
How to turn this tendency around.
Rapidly, rapidly. Restraint is not
enough. Constraint does not serve.
That’s not the story. I’m drifting.
The ceremony commenced while
attention was off in is own helium.
I am standing before the entrance
of deep cave, a cave I recognize
only by the dark its shadow casts.
Fire gleams. Fire climbs the walls.
Shapes dance into consistent form.
Some felt sense emerges in over three
dimensions. Though there’s no one there
this shape becomes my own now, becomes
my contour– a new comfort great enough
to roam back, large enough to call home.

Penn Kemp
www.myspace.com/pennkemp

Ma’as salama,
Abdur Rahman

Testament

Peace, one and all…

As part of this year’s Sufi Poetry Carnival, here’s a beautiful poem that I have been asked to post (as part of the administration process).

Testament

I always return
to see how God has been coming through me.
Here, he is a dream of arrows;
there, he is the slingshot and the giant.
I am always waiting for the one to come
with the ring:
the reminder of why I’ve been sitting so long,
the reassurance that we will be reunited.
His Name is the thing that makes rocks float.
He says it isn’t his power, we are the magicians
traveling his galaxies.
He watches in awe while we pray
and learn to walk across the water.

Margaret James

Ma’as salama,
Abdur Rahman