Ghazal 80

From ‘The Beloved Is All In All’

By Francis Brabazon

Copyright © Avatar’s Abode Trust, Woombye, Queensland

 

We have no way of sounding the depths of Is-ness of Him

We have no way of measuring the extent of his Divine Whim.

 

He has given us figures such as an ocean without a shore

To try and stretch our hearts, lever open our sleepy eyelids a notch more.

 

Gorged on sea-food (cannibalism) we cannot listen.

All we can do is to climb on a wave-crest and glisten.

 

Male glisten and female glisten with greater or lesser reflection.

Take away the bubble and the drop loses its attraction.

 

He has given us figures, woven them into the fabric of our dream.

Sometimes in the deep night when the sea is quiet they fitfully gleam.

 

I think of the star-stitches on his beautiful dark blue coat

And his Is-ness, while still incalculable, is not remote.

 

He has given us figures but more than that the lustre of his eyes.

To dream upon and establish the planes of a New Paradise.

 

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