Jar Of Light

With heads bent at the door
They barely hear you pour
Barely able to draw
The ruby like ray's
of what light gives you to store
If their sight
could not kiss the jar
How could their lips see
The receptacle
into which you pour
The cup whose brightness
writes the soul
of sentences on our faces
the embroider of the reason for Allah's remembrance
upon hearts
the season that causes love
for Adnan to blossom so fragrantly in the fertile fields
of star bound souls
the art that gave birth to all arts, the galaxy that glows
in the corner of every atom
the infinity that definitions
cannot fathom
the death of detail
the journey without a trail

we sit with our heads
bent at your door
pouring ourselves into the particles you pour
our souls absorbed
in the Essence's ebb
our heart beats become
seeds carried by the
pleasant breeze of The Presence
our blood vessels
circumambulate 
The Throne
our lungs drowning
in awe of the unknown
the deeper death drips
from every breath
inhaled elements explode
into the length of light
love's life lives
eternally in every
breath exhaled
our lips are locked
to beauty's brim
with every gulp
perception is
engulfed by elevation
and never stoned by separation

you are love's height
love's hearing
and love's sight
love's touch
and love's delight
love's taste
and love's light

Jar of light
what was broken
you make bright
whatever you water
grows beautifully lush
what sweeter means
have we other
than you to the marvel
of the Prophet's musk
no clearer lens
is at our disposal to see
Love's luminous
landscape unmasked