Ghazal of White
Flare of apple scent, ancient caress. A wind arose within
and silently called me home to the White
Silence is music’s white heart. Through its blaze pass all sounds,
returning to the Beloved’s gaze
that grows within.
Sunlight animates cell and eye, but cannot match
the gold that leaped from His touch and
now glows within.
I’m after the whiteness that winnows essence from pith,
a mysterious wind of love
that blows within.
Give up your white lies. We are fish in an ocean of God.
Why whisper, when every thought
He knows within?
White music emerges from His word. Its timbre
strikes my heart awake after its age-old
Rose of Silence, You are the fulcrum of absence
and fullness, the perfect balance one rarely
White blossom, your offering is a divine hint
of the flowering that, petal by petal,
Seeker, bleach your veils. Unthread your wishes and put your hand
in God’s. As desire dies, its gold marrow
is disclosed within.
[First published in Many Mountains Moving]