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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
We had blizzard yesterday, here in Colorado. Gusts of wind filled the world with white. Today the sun is out again, and the white world glistens.
What does that have to do with today's poem? Nothing I suppose.
When the desire for the Friend became real,
all existence fell behind.
I keep returning to the poetry of Abu-Said Abil-Kheir, and each time I do I find myself muttering some variation of, "Mm. Wow."
But what do I have to say about this poem?
The Beloved wasn't interested in my reasoning,
I threw it away and became silent.
Nothing, I suppose.
But each line insists on repeating itself in my mind.
The sanity I had been taught became a bore,
it had to be ushered off.
The sun is out, a day to yield and melt...
Insane, silent and in bliss,
I spend my days with my head
at the feet of My Beloved.
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