(in celebratory joy of her eleventh
year of ascension on planet earth)
of proverbial sound
I be in
saying, you mean the world to me.
ask myself, where is Rabia’s poem?
like asking, who created God? Or, where is HE?
that once and my mind locked up on me,
as i ask my interstellar soul
witness of the song i am forever singing to you…
are my dream and its awakening landscape,
sun in my sky,
reason of why,
dot on my i,
cross of my t
bend in the knee of every prayer i make,
are my living book of Mirdad -
IAM forever tasting you.
the undertone of
humming Buddhist bowl,
of breath within the eternal flute I play,
Alpha and Omega,
First and my Last.
the transformational Ark of Noah, alahis salam,
you are that invisible rudder which governs all my strategic mooring,
& no loneliness or enemy can abide when you are near my heart –
song is a poem of you,
of your Sun has freed me from the weight, pain, and glue of this world,
the happiness in your eyes has made me learn to laugh and dance all over again,
of lace upon my dress of self you are,
reflection of the best in me,
through you, my image shall quantum thIS OMniverse.