Beloved

I dance, I am a woman;
I sing, I have a soul;
I spread flowers over our encounter,
and let them fall
over our hearts...

I give you the cup of wine
in whispers
and in sounds of happiness,
in love poems,
and songs that come from heaven.

I sip from this Love
with tears in my eyes,
babbling the name
of the All-Nothing that  sees us, with a smile.

We both are looking for the same;
searching, always searching;
and even if we see...
We still prefer to wonder.

Under the stars I find the Beloved
through my earthly beloved.
You feel paradise
through this love that becomes LOVE.

We are children, we are joy,
we are starting to live the real void
reaching ladders and wings and lights
upon us.

Beloved, you take me to The BELOVED.

 

Maryam

A child’s song: Paradise

 


Slowly I start listening
to the sounds inside…
Sounds that grow like seeds grow and become flowers…
I feel paradise has been created from our own hands, hands of labour, hands of love, hands caressing in whispers the gentle tears from the suffering world.
It has been erased… the sorrow, the fear and light is upon everything, shinning a bright star upon us, inside us, laughter brightening the trees, the seas, the first prayer, the last worries.
You see we can do it? Do you feel it? Do you smell the perfume of Love?Paradise here is what I pursue, on this earth that I embrace, kiss and see also below my feet, this prayer that makes me feel the humblest of Princesses…
You have started making it possible… our Paradise, our encounter with the ocean, with the millions of happy tears. United, sheltered, and ready for the biggest adventure: Love.
Looking behind there are stones you left by,
your feet are soar, you feel hungry, and tired.
But inside your heart there is a feast!
Names that in your dreams become un-named names, sounds, echoes, evidences, just for you, children of Love.
Do you need to expect and work for the paradise far away if you don’t try it Here?
What is then the purpose for all we do? I cannot want the best for me, if you do not reach Paradise on Earth.
Maryam:-)
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Evidence

 

Caressing me in a whisper,

sounds that I could never hear

or feel.

Nights of thousands stars, brilliant as the Jewel I see from space,

all of them reunited,

in the glimpse of a second,

an image I could never forget….

 

The calmness came to life,

after the shadows dancing,

YOU embraced my destiny.

 

Over mountains of silver and sand,

of gold and fresh honey,

I hear the whisper again.

 

And you Are, the above and beyond,

the last ladder of myriads of ladders,

this child who became a man child

without sorrow, again happy,

again filled with the Truth

and without solitude anymore.

 

And YOU, whom I thank endlessly

for you took this child and drove him to the Love

Forever

In Eternity.

 

Maryam

 

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My heart cannot comprehend where I am
Or where I think I am
I ask to myself and then the answer comes so clear
Struggle.
The shining stars remind me of the rain that doesn't fall
Like the stars I watch the tiniest particle of our home without doors
where the wind trespasses our soul and tries to take it away with it.
What sort of home did we built?
sacred blood? sacred hate?
How could this be?
Looking down, forgetting the stars, there is a big well
where the eyes are searching for what is pure
to feed the empty souls to then make it disappear again
being hungrier
thirst that never ends.

I long for my heart then
but not alone
I hear the murmurs weeping and flowing upwards
melting with the moon
melting with the stars
Again the hearts convey to talk
and see
what others don't want to let us see
The Immensity of Love
that we could give
to stop the imbalance of our precious nature
taken away, so far....
that at times we feel we are gone forever from it.
Our hands can stop a grenade to fall down
but our Love can stop the well to continue pulling us down

Maryam

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Truth,
the immensity of oneness
the level of anything
the incommensurable path
that I perceived
through old and vast corridors.

The perfume of freedom
The labor of life
and love
and death/

It was suddenly
that the name became more audible in my heart;
it became the words of a song that i always sing
especially when I dream.
Then it becomes like a fountain, a waterfall, a heavy rain
that sweeps my tears.

And it was like a figure, bowing, pleasing
that whispered Your Name again
or anew

But in any case,
I love to remember
the patient times
and the suffering.

They brought me an endless heaven to see
on the nights and days of songs filled with that name.

And now time only shows rivers drawing lines, hearts becoming more loving
enduring the human's creations
and the years that one day will never be.

Maryam

Dream

I became still.
Under an unexpected view.
After the repeateadly calls.
Uncounciously I came to see what You did.
I became still,
because I thought I was going to fall;
because, You, the Greatest Artist,
had made me think I was lost in dream;
suddenly I thought I was dreaming,
my sleepness became awareness,
the surrealistic was touchable and real.
And I was afraid like a child,
afraid of such beauty, afraid of such colors.
I remember that I cried,
and thanked,
weeping.

Colors that only dreams can show
were there, mixed with my falling tears.
Mixed with emotion, mixed with You.
I felt the void and felt it was happening.
It lasted a few seconds, eternal in my memory.
I felt that was You, suddenly, without avert.
I had not call You. Or did I?

The most beautiful painting seemed to me a dream
but I was so awake that I failed to believe.
So in our dreams we believe what we see,
we don't say no, we accept them,
make part of them,
suffer in them and enjoy them.

But that time it was different.
I saw what I saw,
the sleep had gone
and the dream came true.

Maryam


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A sufi song of Love

This is myself, he said, I am a lute.
Her hands caressed with trembling fingers the cords that agonized.
Slowly, some aerial petals of sounds came from the inside and sounded upwards,
like velvet.
"This is my song", he said,
"the song of my last moment in her hands.
Yet she doesn't know that I am going to die."

Die... for what? What reason can you have to die
when you are in such caring hands...?

"Die... to live at last, because she gave me what I need;
she gave me breath, and gave me love;
she gave me a poem through her hands.
Die... because I live imprisoned inside this cage...
Die... because this is what I have always desired in truth."

Die..., because you are unhappy? Die..., because life is not the truth?

"Oh my child... when a song becomes perfection,
and perfection brings up angels,
and angels whisper words
that only a song can understand...
I realize the moment came, and that I am not yet ready for it,
or I am and I don't know it,
or knowing it, I am not.
Her hands are the wind embracing my soul;
her fingers what push me away from myself.
She is the bird that tells me there is freedom;
my song is not mine then: but it's hers."

She stopped for a moment. The cords didn't give a single sound.
She tried again and again, and surprised, looked into the silent lute.

Only wood was in her hands. The soul had gone.
The prison was destroyed.
And freedom took its path.


Maryam



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The darkest night

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Thank You

The sweetest words to my God,
the bright pupils in the eyes of my soul.
I want to reach You,
yet I feel You take my hand.
I want to honour You,
yet You please my intentions.
I want to deserve You,
yet You show me always a bright way.
I want,
yet You give.
I should have to try seeing You,
but I am not prepared yet.
Even though I feel somehow I am near you,
my God.
Thank You for being here,
or for letting me go to You.

Maryam, 18.08.2002

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