In a place
From a far past
A backyard suspended
In the air, from a hill
In El Cajón, California
A pool and tiles around
All that this place is about
I sit on the edge of the void
Between the pool behind
And nothingness ahead
Right between us
The two of You and me
A little mug of espresso
Sits very little but strong
On the smooth blue green tiles
Me and this teeny little cup
Brings a memory back
Of a sunflower standing tall
And a tiny ant walking low
The proud and the humble
In the delicious aroma of humility
My heart is awake
With love and passion
My mind crystal clear
With spiritual bewilderment
You whisper gently to me
I am The Source of everything
Then you affectionately show me
Below, four vultures riding the air
Turkey birds circling the void
Around and counterclockwise
Four beautiful words
No God but God
La ilaha illa Llah
From the beginning to the end
All evolves around My God
On the edge of everythingness
One sip after another
One word after another
So much to share
So much to catch up on
My favorite thing in the world
Having coffee with You
A spiritual romantic moment
Taken in with gratitude
Put around my finger
As a priceless extinct diamond
This edge of Divine enlightenment.
© Imane Lemnii, 2021
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| A kettle of turkey vultures circling. Photo by Jessie Eastland from Wikimedia Commons |
1 comment:
“And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help — for It As impotently moves as you or I.”
Helen Kanevsky and Omar Khaiam.
A great poem
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