At the first light of the dawn
the loner knight asked:
"Do you happen to know
the abode of The Beloved?"
The skies went silent
save their mourning clouds,
save their falling stars.
The pilgrim gave up his glowing twig
to the gloom of the sands
“Don’t you see that poplar tree?
Well, right before the tree,
There is lane that you’ll reckon, I deem.
For it is greener than a heavenly dream.
For it is generously shaded with the deep blues of love.
Well, If you See.
So walk down that lane
You’ll arrive to the garden of sense
Turn to the direction of the loner lake
Listen to the genial hymn of leaves
Watch the eternal fountain
that flows from the spring of ancient myths
till you fade away in a plain fear.
When a rigid noise clatter into the fluid intimacy of the space
you'll find a child
on the top of a tree,
next to the nest of owls
in hope of a golden egg.
Well, if you See.
You may be sure; the child will show you the way.
Well, If you just ask about
the abode of The Beloved.”
The Address by fabulous Sohrab Sepehri
Ange : Oh they are not taken by my phone camera. But the light is made by the phone and captured with a digital camera. xo