These poems are presented in three categories:
Re-Versed Revelations are reflections/renditions on the verses of the Qur'an and translations of the poetry of great Sufi thinkers.
Mirrored Perspectives presents the author's own poetry in the numinous and Sufi spiritual renditions.
Reflections on Life presents poems on worldly issues and addresses global disenchantment in poetic language.
In addition, Re-Versed Revelations from classical Pashto, Dari Persian, and occasionally Arabic thought appear, versified as poetic renditions and reflections in modern lexicon, alongside the original.
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Wings of Fire
When the light within chases the darkness out,
I ride the rays of sulfur,
I emanate from your being
as wings of dreaming thoughts,
breathing in the streaks of infinity.
I fly;
I fly out, out of my self
through and into the infinity before me,
leaving my nothingness behind.
Only then I realize that I had been you
all the while of my ignorance
throughout all the being of my not being.
On those wings of fire
I draw unto you
in the dispersion of your beingness—
manifested thoughts—
that I claim mine.
The thoughts my heart has been denying all along.
Thoughts whose flight away from my nothingness
leave a fading imprint behind—
a cosmic dust speck that I am,
a longing vision
caught in the moment’s glow and glory
knowing not, seeing you fly away to your Self.
# Wings of Fire When the light within routs the dark that housed it, I mount the rays of sulfur, I pour forth from your being as wings of dreaming thought, drawing breath from the streaks of infinity.
I fly. I fly out, past the walls of self, through and into the infinity that waits before me, leaving my nothingness in the dust behind. Only then do I know: I had been you all through the long ignorance of my becoming, through every being of my unbeing. * On these wings of fire I gather unto you in the scattering of your beingness — thoughts made flesh that I dare to call my own, the very thoughts my heart had long denied. Thoughts whose flight from my nothingness leaves only a fading trace behind — a speck of cosmic dust, and that speck is me, a longing vision caught in the glow and the glory of a single moment, not knowing, watching you take flight toward your Self.