Beyond

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

pour la Lune

Of all the mortal ties I’ve ever known, 

there is one that stands apart,

demanding not a thing, 

nor demands upon it placed,

arising from the core of my being, 

centered in the heart and its giving.

And the crux of such a state,

acceptance given and received,

in whole and full, human yet complete.

Its origin: Beyond the bounds of life,

before souls found breath,

before the start of earthly time.

Among the mortal treasures I chase,

this:

the icing and its cake, 

of all the crops, their cream,

of all the vines, the starlit rose,

even as the journey has its pricks,

so worth the wait

to see how with Him it grows,

iA.