Fluttering the wing of gratitude
against the wing of patience
Humming incessantly the soundless chants of 
Sipping thirstily the blooming nectar of the Divine
Wafting time-less space-less in atmosphere of
Dusted by the fluorescent pollen from time immemorial
Whilst the lost drummer of my heart beats in
Dara be that hummingbird in need of no one and nothing
Thus nest within the search-less branches of
 "Faith has two halves: one half Shukr (Gratitude) and one half
Patience", Prophetic Narration.
© 2005-2002, Dara O.