Hot head and feet, still digesting lamb meat,
Wending way on cobbled stone through Suq street
Asking selected for the great man’s tomb
Approaching him and leaving tourist’s gloom
Until nothing new is left, day to day
Remains, plain, essential, a human wave
flows and eddies towards our well-known friend.
Across the court of languorous kittens,
Shade gone, brief hammer descends before bidden
Into cool and muted light collect us.
Sarcophagus serene and always thus,
Presence itself transfers to wearied hearts,
Welcome before good manners to these parts
And our hearts are soothed by its acceptance.
Hearts expanded lit up like dawning day,
The same in essence each one his own way.
How can it be other, never undone
All illumination comes from the sun
Whose unmeasured strength dispels darkened song.
We understand now it does not belong
To anyone but they belong to it.
The unseen, soft, ancient hand passes tea
Over word, tune and calméd hearts that see,
Waves overwhelm while wellspring overflows
How, why or wherefore no one ever knows.
The gift is in the power of the Giver
Regardless of the life seen by its liver
Submit, be grateful, share your blessed fate.