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About Michael MathiasTimeline (1940 - ) |
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The Tower of Silence
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The Poet hiding in the shadow of the Silence, speaks,
"O My Beloved. You revealed to me That I walked with you in Galilee In countless lives I called you Friend I circled with You around the Kaaba, The Black Stone of Heaven You have called me to Your Tower of Silence Your Eyes dazzle me, Now You reveal Yourself to me as my Beloved The dead are laid out in circles The old men frozen in the outer circle The women with closed bellies in the second circle The chalk-white children in the inmost circle But what is this Call I hear? Is it You, My Darling, Behold, You call me out from these circles of death You call me out before the fierce Birds come with clawing beaks O when you were Leyla You drove me mad with longing But now I knock at Your Door "Who is it ?" You ask' There is no one here but You ( Hafiz) Silence forms around You, Mary, The way Silence forms around God Your Silence calls me forth And gives me Your Breast You call to me again Through ten thousand suns of Your Eyes In all of my lives I have ached for your Loveliness Now you tell me to witness in The Tower of Silence This tired old wandering man, Sheriar Must fall prostrate and become nothing Before his future Son. In the Fire of Ahura Mazda You must burn your desires of becoming Shams e Tabriz You must destroy your hunger of becoming a scribe like Hafiz The Poet "Must I become my Poem of Fire?" Mary If the page stands between you and the Fire Tear it up, Poet, Dive down head-first into the Flames Welcome the burning!" The Poet: "Is it in the shadow of the ant that was not crushed You teach me now the instant eternal Silence In the new life of Sheriar? See, before me his bent shoulders Resign his hope to become wandering dervish Renouncing even renunciation itself, That he might raise his son to become The Avatar, God in Human Form." (Written on the occasion of the Fortieth Anniversary of the GLOW) Beautiful bound volumes of the GLOW, How many journeys I have taken through your magical lens that moves through the shuttling mirrors of the Master's Eye. O GLOW, you have grown globally as a microcosm of the voice of Baba! (c) December 2005 by Michael Mathias, Poet of the Fire
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