Eighteen

All guarded, you want to reach out.
What you give is what you get, dear!
The milk of kindness flows
But not to those who put
their mouth in the sand.

Seventeen

It’s that time now
To take in its spirit
And its melody
And not fall asleep.
That’s not done.

Sixteen

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But this existence ceases not
To throw its wonders at us.
We are beholden to
its myriad
faces of Beauty.

Fifteen

I am tired of this existence
Wanting to get out
And then
to be free of all relief
And
out of reach.

Fourteen

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To wake up each day is
to sift all of one’s self
In the light
Shone from the pure ones.

Verse by Aliashesh

Thirteen

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Verse by Aliashesh

Tried to jump in there
That was foolish.
Let me
surrender
unto it
Before it is late.

Twelve

When it ends, wait for it,
Come it will and end it will
To come again.
Soak in it,
let every pore
breathe again.

Eleven

At times I witness
Both the light within
And that
without.
Then love is the path
For those
who long
to step out.

Ten

The whole thing rolls
By the unseen force
In us,
not paying heed
To impulse,
to insight.
It simply rolls.

Nine

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Wise counsel is no help
To me, who suffered
In solitude, lips sealed.
But this joy beyond words
knows no bounds
Verse by Aliashesh

Eight

Words dry up
Ideas try in vain
To capture the state of mind
the mind is in no state.

Seven

I know soon
Will I be lifted
far above
To paint
the clouds
with
Colours
unseen.

Six

Wanting more of it
I wish to stop nowhere
Pulled below, Lifted high.
Connect the high and the low
If you will.

Five

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It erupts and explodes
Leaving no centre
Just the light of love
No darkness anywhere

Four

And it’s all around
Multiplying
From the centre
That is unseen.

Three

Once there…..I know not what happens
So ask me not.
There is but pure joy.

verse by Aliashesh

Two

Neither wine nor lips…only ecstasy

Not me anymore, not the world anymore

Only being…

Will you put me through there?

One

Value of my life…nothing

Of my belongings…little more

Everything mine….nothing

only living.

Welcome

This blog features poetry by my friend, Aliashesh, with graphic support from me based on assorted art nude photography from all over the world. I am sure all artistes will rejoice in this opportunity to pay tribute to one of the greatest poetic influences in the world. Rumi is the poet of poets.

Aliashesh says about him -
Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273) is remembered as a mystic poet of the Sufi order.

He wrote in Persian and lived in what is now a part of Turkey.

The eight centuries that have passed since his birth have only added to his stature as a World Poet.

This tribute of eighteen verses celebrates the immortal spirit of Rumi.

So come, rejoice and rejuvenate, ye kindred souls!