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
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’.
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.