Connection

 

 

December 25, 2006
iranian.com.

 

I kneel before Damascus rose

that has flowered within me

a spirit bloom from whom all forms

of love derive their sweet-scented

ounce of essence, healing verve

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with my faith in her endless birthing might

I’m rooted in the spawning ground of love

in the garden of sufis and insurgent saints

as a small soul-searching herb without name

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out of her supplication for sunny days

the green blood of faith flows in my veins

giving me the insight of a three-eyed nightingale

that grasps the secret of her sanguine soul.