Stairway to the Skies
3 November 2015
Treasures forgotten
The well brimmed with yellow sands
That whispered in nights
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I know the stories
Of well where a pitcher grew
Upon ivy’s roots
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In that well yellow
Transformed into purest gold
Midas I anew
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The touch of the rain
Scintillating in the sparks
Brimmed with Eternal
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Weary travellers
From the East and from the West
Drank from the pitcher
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Many distressed souls
From the North and from the South
Ate from the ivy
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My flesh and my wine
Iridescent offerings
Multiplied in Love
,
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Multiply me whole
There are hungers in this world
I will ever quench
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Distribute my soul
Let it be solace’s lace
Shimmering blue veil
,
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Strew me upon hills
Gather me in the valleys
Stir me in rivers
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Climb through me mountains
Let me be your blue ladder
Stairway to the Skies
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Free my airborne hair
Build upon my very Heart
Pathway to the Gods
,
There are different wells within your heart – Hafiz
We have not come here to take prisoners- poetry by Hafiz
Hafiz – If it is not too dark
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