by Arshad Masood Hashmi
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A poem about love and devotion
Thou art my wife,my mother,my babe.
Thou art the mad mosaic of my cradle song.
Thou art my soul's familiar friend.
None deserves to be my destination
Thou art Being and Non-Being of the self of mine
Which is thine
Seated inside thine heart.
I am thy slave,o thou,
Myself who art entirely.
Thine is the kingdom of my thoughts.
Thou hast made me everlasting,
Altering and transforming,
Like thee,never constant.
For thee i have kept the Water of Life.
Thou who hast gone after the I Ching
Like a Chinese fascination of beauty and wisdom.
Verily,thou alongwith me,
Hast gone after the form.
O Loved One,
Thou hast embraced the reality
That thou canst find in mere assertion.
My love is my life
That i have sought for years.
Although in essence it is nothingness
As the Taoist vessel,
As the quintessence of the utmost Way_
Vast and vague,without shape.
Regard me not from my infirmity.
O,why dost thou make my thoughts frail
Beneath which are six rivers
Of Love and Faith,
Mystery and Secret,Yin and Yang.
Thou art my babe inside my womb
Who hast hundreds and thousands of names
In this far stretching expanse
Of non-existence and nothingness.
Thou art my embryo,
Bowed in worship inside my womb.
i often feel within me
Mine divine bowing performance.
Verily,thou art near me.
Verily,thou art within me.
The realm of my existence.