Entering The Qiblih
i remove my shoes bow my head in respectand perhaps in fear
and enter the Qiblih
hear the nightingales sing the praises of the Splendor
i smell the attar of roses
see the dazzling lights
hear the laughter of the Adored One
i feel the echo of his emotions
though he has not spoken in the flesh for 100 years
i feel his reality
though i have never been convinced of mine
and never shall be convinced of it
i prostrate myself at the threshold
invoke the name
of the mystery
of the lifter of veils
of the comforter
the healer
invoke the names
invoke as many names as i can remember
feel the power
beg to be freed of grief
hoping to serve
i offer the service of art
my senses are numbed with shock
in the face of this power
i try to rise but stumble
offer my gratitude
vow never to forget
all the while
a chant a flute a birdsong a lullaby
plays softly in my head
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