Blue skin

Midnight and,
drinking the last cup of tea
and the tea-pot that empty.
Thinking about my lord: "Thou":
-Love miracle shining now-
Crossing timeless with thy dream,
over the life's river stream.
Thinking of thy blue skin,
dressing with light of tangerine.
My wisdom's angles are curved;
to be in thy love deserved.
Beg thou let me touch thy feet;
Let the tear "thy fingers" meet.
my life is a fancy lie;
let me leave it, let me fly.
Spring 1998

Going on

Light crosses the sense of blue rose,
and by appearance of my eyes
much apparitions of life go
and by memories of light leaves
the wisdom of the greenness pale
I watch intelligent stars
through the pellucid light rainbows.
inmost word,
invites me to be silent!
so there is time of closing gates of sense,
and going on…
autumn 1998
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Hug!

The garden of reflection green
back of the rampant of consciousness: "the glare;
festoon gate to resplendence;
Wing and wing,
tramping on twilight of garden's mind
tending nearby fairness,
imbibing your agleam hug.

May 2005
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Clammy hug!?

Think over the soil
-as the bed- to green the fine dreams
whate'er the toil...
when the chain saws go to round beams,
expunge leaves over the brown burly!
eye the clutch hugs the clammy point
and avian eye, that winks sorely,
while timbers' laying right in the joint.
March 2005
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Kareem - Bakhtyarfar