My Homecoming

May 29, 2009 at 7:24 pm (Diary, Memories, Poems Chants or Songs, Stories, The Future)

Hello,

I remember when I wrote my first poem: I was about nine or ten years old, and I brought it with me to a party at my grandad’s, where it got read aloud to a few members of my family that were attending. They were very kind, of course, but I didn’t think it was any good, and that day I was so embarrassed that I never again even attempted to write a poem. I made a few febble attempts at writing stories, but abandoned almost as soon as I started, more or less for the same reasons.

Three days ago I was talking to Khadijah and for some reason we started talking poetry; she suggested that I “should write a poem”, and that it “will help [me] reach the goal [I'm] seeking.” Well, I decided she was right, and the next day I wrote this. The reason I posted it here is to break the trauma I got into more than ten years ago, by making it as public as possible. Therefore, feel free to read or ignore it as you wish; as for me, it doesn’t matter to me anymore if it’s any good or not: it says what I wanted to say, and I poured my heart’s content into it. That’s more than enough.

MY HOMECOMING

Whence did it come, this shattering feeling?
This overwhelming power that my heart is receiving?

For years did I wander, looking for that lost half
Searching far and wide, never throwing the staff.
While Maya, smiling alluringly, promised countless times:
This time is it!
But when I reached out my hand to graps the precious goal,
The wave crashed, and all that was left was foam.

Broken and desperate, I ran away…
My staff, tired and weary, I broke in two.
When lo! Out of the deepest of darkness
A light shone with awe-inspiring brightness
And standing there in the middle, there was You.

And Thou didst smile at me, and all darkness fled.
Thou gavest me love, and my heart was fed.
Thou didst take me in, and I felt at home.
Thou madest me Thine, and I knew True Love.

And then, Thou didst look at me, and say:
“He who searcheth, shall find.”

A scent of flowers…
A feeling of spring…
I lifted my head, and met two dark eyes,
Which gazed at me with ancient familiarity.
Space, time, life, death, worlds, skies,
All ceased to be;
I had found at last my heart in duality.
Because, if God created all in pair,
Why would the soul get a different share?

Whirlwinds of laughter, rivers of tears,
At worlds of distance we have been,
Millenia of silence we have known,
Yet, united we stood, together we’ve grown.
Time and space lost their power; out of their domain,
We had but one parting phrase: till we meet again.

And now, there is no yesterday, no tomorrow.
We have forgotten that which men call sorrow.
We are one, and one with Thee. We are Spirit.
Maya looks at us in the face, and we don’t fear it.
In this world we live, Thy will to accomplish,
But permanently dwelling in Thy home of Bliss.
Though our bodies must part on a lonely stroll,
We’re still one heart, one mind, one Soul.