Tuesday, April 12, 2005






k EVERY MOMENT k



A voice
out of this world
calls on our soul
to wake up and rise

This soul of ours
is like a flame
with more smoke than light
blackening our vision
letting no light through

Lessen the smoke and
more light brightens your house
the house you dwell in now
and the abode
you'll eventually move to

Now my precious soul
how long are you going to
waste yourself
in this wandering journey
can't you hear the voice
can't you use your swifter wings
and answer the call





Rumi,ghazal number 26_translated December 29, 1991, by Nader Khalili

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