This poem is written in the old Eastern form to God

 

You found your pearl in the wine

But you became the vessel to carry by lilac

When in the ocean of purple wisdom

I look for my myself being lost and drifted

The vessel that contains the True-Love finds within distilled wine

O Beloved

Hold my wine as an ’embryo’beholds all that Truth’

As for the pearl, I am the womb…

And you are born each night being the pearl within me…, that ‘the night vigil’

As I evaporate in you

and you contain me-for the room is for one only,

Oh my beloved, my Murshid, my son

I am the oyster, you are the pearl

Born  each night, within the wine the ‘very you’ hold for me

Being the vessel, containing the ocean within…

I was meant to find you,

Beyond the horizon of right and wrong, truth or lie

Beyond all that is ‘limitless’

I will meet you there floating on the notes of pure music

Will hold you hands, whether it is paradise of not

The womb will meet the drop of wine which creates the ‘Best of the Pearls’.

—Naajnin Soofian

 

 

Love is the way messengers

from the mystery tell us things,

Love is the mother.

We are her sons and daughters.

She shines inside us,

visible-invisible, as we trust

or lost trust, or feel it start to grow again.

— Rumi