Stairway to the Skies

3 November 2015

 

Treasures forgotten

The well brimmed with yellow sands

That whispered in nights

 

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I know the stories

Of well where a pitcher grew

Upon ivy’s roots

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In that well yellow

Transformed into purest gold

Midas I anew

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The touch of the rain

Scintillating in the sparks

Brimmed with Eternal

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Weary travellers

From the East and from the West

Drank from the pitcher

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Many distressed souls

From the North and from the South

Ate from the ivy

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My flesh and my wine

Iridescent offerings

Multiplied in Love

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Multiply me whole

There are hungers in this world

I will ever quench

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Distribute my soul

Let it be solace’s lace

Shimmering blue veil

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Strew me upon hills

Gather me in the valleys

Stir me in rivers

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Climb through me mountains

Let me be your blue ladder

Stairway to the Skies

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Free my airborne hair

Build upon my very Heart

Pathway to the Gods

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There are different wells within your heart – Hafiz

We have not come here to take prisoners- poetry by Hafiz

Hafiz – If it is not too dark