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You Make Me beautiful

Your voice is that of millions
wandering, lost,
bedraggled and confused,
seeking peace and enlightenment
but from within.

Yet you seamlessly describe
the pure beat of thunder in your veins,
indigenous drums,
ancestral circles,
of smoke

Your breath is my own.

Thoughts that scatter
inside my skull,
you have written of them,
reaching into my heart
with open palm
behind my sternum,
you take one tip of finger
and tell me
what my own soul
already knows.

Dear Sir, you make me beautiful.

I am lost in your words,
unable to do anything
but melt
within the beauty
of the divine.

© Susan Marie

– For Sir Muhammad Iqbal[Shair-e-Mushriq]
in response to “I Desire”

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  1. Thank you for publishing my respects to Iqbal!

    October 5, 2015

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