Dreams now extinct – 4
Once the fashioner of the future
Dreams that once built castles – from dream dust – in the skies.
Becoming the stuff reality fashioned for our adventurous eyes.
Dreams that once took us on glorious journeys, in flight,
upon the wings of our own design – that was such a sight.
Dreams of a psychic nature gave cause for, reflection
guiding one to a path, in order to take that right direction.
Dreams have become extinct now – they have all gone.
There are none left, – what went wrong ? – to carry on.
Life has happened !!!, that is all.
And now, and in age – in the fall,
before winters cold cruel winds call -
life that was lived, is all I am able to recall.
B. J. “A” 2
June 20th 2005
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not leave, for I am your friend’?
For in this mirage of nothingness I am the Fountainhead of Life!
Even if in anger you leave Me for a hundred thousand years,
in the end you will return, for I am your true Goal!
Did I not tell you, ‘Be not content with worldly form’?
For I am the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment!
Did I not tell you, ‘I am the Sea and you are but a single fish’?
Do not be tempted ashore, for I am your Crystal Sea!
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not fly like a bird to the snare’?
Come to Me, for I am the very Power of your flight!
Did I not tell you, ‘They will rob you and leave you numb with cold’?
But I am the Fire and the Warmth and Heat of your desire!
Did I not tell you, ‘They will taint your character,
until you forget that I am your Source of Purity’?
Did I not tell you, ‘Do not question how I direct your affairs’?
For I am the Creator without directions.
If you heart is a lamp, let it lead you to your true path.
And if you are godly, know that I am your Lord!’
Mevlana, Divan-i Shams, Ghazal 1725
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