Your Tears

Rasulallah,

the crown of perfection

The real one among a million pretenders

Accomplished what every world leader wants

Without any contrivance of the politics of power

He said only: Release yourself from your imagination

There is only one source to life, one path, one goal.

And he did it with a robe, a staff, and La ilaha Illallah

no spin alley, no lights, no entourage, no pulpit

But even the man who split the moon

Who made the dead come back to life

who from his holy saliva made the blind man to see

even he

was rejected from his tribe

cast into a valley to die

he lost his wife

he lost his children

and yet still he forgave

oh traveler on the road to truth

this world is made for crying

not for gaining but for losing

and the one who could have it all

the Beloved one, Habibullah

took nothing from this serpent pit

but instead turned fire to water

bringing thirsty souls

back to the cool, light being

of the heavenly shade-

nirvana, eden, the eternal warm embrace

away from the world of images and shadows

to the world of light

and he did it with love

pure beautiful love

And when you arrive to the kingdom of light

brought by the gentle shepherd of hearts

what present to bring the King

who has everything?

Well, your tears my child, your tears