Divine Breezes ... By Jafar Alam ...

(One of my poems from a couple of years ago)

His breeze blows through the tree
caressing each leaf with His Eternal Love.
Oh what I would do,
to feel Your breeze just once.
To drown in your Ocean,
to be intoxicated by Your Love
To prostrate my head and be intimate with You.
To be the dust on the path of Muhammad (saw).
Wishing that the ground to prostrate on was lower,
that I may humble myself even more to the King of kings.
My Beloved.
My eyes are wet in Your remembrance.
My tongue is moist in Your remembrance.
My heart beats to Your remembrance.
How can I be at peace with inner form?
With this longing for Love,
When even that feeling is from You?
How can I come closer,
when this seperation is so sweet?
I long to know what it would be like,
to come closer.
To feel Your breeze,
would make my soul blossom.
Like the seed that blossoms into a tree
by the touch of Your blessed water.
No longer can it contain itself.
A tree, who's arms raise up to You in every direction ...
praising its Beloved.
Containing within it,
the Eternal fruit.
The ones blessed enough to taste from that fruit,
shall never go hungry again.
Though he would never be able to describe it,
to the one who has never eaten from it.
I will plant the seed of Truth
and the result will be branches full of fruit.
And when I will eat from that fruit,
I too, will be filled with Love.
Today, the Qur'an will be the Spring of my heart. (c)