Not asleep but like dreams
that night when golden light beams
spread glowing rays from her center part
and emanated from her Light filled heart
In a darkened archway cloaked she stood
head covered by her dark green hood
behind her a gloomy narrow hall
painted by dusty shadows on the wall.
Exotic cat like penetrating eyes
shown the beauty through her disguise
A stoic reverent pose
as the Light from within her rose
Known as the Light of heaven and earth
From within the heart comes Allah’s birth
as the Light is guided to whom He wills
and into the soul the knowing spills.
For those that wonder what becomes of this
for the righteous waves of eternal bliss
Paradise is not a solid place
but a Light filled spiritual space
"We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related, the eternal ONE. And this deep power in which we exist and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the subject and the object, are one. We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are shining parts, is the soul." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out;
perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it.
It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin;
but there is always the scent of a god about it.”
— Olive Schreiner
What makes a nation’s pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor’s sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly…
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1904)