Perennial Devotion

Prayers, I will make more of them from my spirit

the passion of whose more effervescent

than my stale life, Since one humble life bid us farewell

All the spirituality we could share.

A few good deeds, a few abiding interests

Good and evil will frolic together for eternity

Love and war and the chaos of unrest

The prayers I make, well they will not be for me.

I need not name my Lord, or have it a custom

My soul worships subtly, without the need

Of idols, names and faith!

The prayers, they have their own power to soothe

Paintings nor sculpture, neither art, nor music or words

Can compare, to those gentle hours of introspection

Where my soul turns my heart to love on high

The purity of the purest thing I believe in

The mystics run through my spine

My heart it shares your perrenial beauty

that no one could see, but me.

I wouldn't pray for you on love's account

Not for human charms or natural shares

But for thirst deeper than body, light

More intimate than breath and biological cares.

Reviews

[junaid altaf]

a very beautiful piece...................

[Dayran]

A love that shares the gnostic experience of the divine when one's heart mind and soul is joined with the most high. Intriguing!

[gombeggar]

a spiritual read indeed...boardering on pagan rites