Peace, one and all…
Poetry is the fragile art of description
and the gentle science of building
the heart’s temple anew each morn.
Poetry is the art of diving
into the deep seas of meaning
without thought of escape or of rescue.
Poetry is the art of sitting in stillness,
beside a door already opened,
waiting for One Who knocks from inside.




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July 21, 2008 at 11:36 am
Abdur Rahman
Salaams, my fellow courtiers of the lion,
A response to the response! Or, more probably, more attempts at ‘failure’. Human, all too human eh?
Abdur Rahman