by Fahredin Shehu
Am I plain stone?
To be thrown far from the eyesight
Am I skin of the tiger
To be stepped by soulless merchant
Am I blood soaked by relative fellow?
Am I a lost tribe’s leader?
To be adored as saint
Am I lost prophet?
To be searched in caves where the Jinni settled his colony
Am I a Jurassic fossil?
To be displayed in a crystal cube
Am I a jasmine essence?
To be smelled after third millennium
Am I lost planet
The curse of mankind
Am I paradigm of goodness?
To be diminished by surrenderance
Am I perfect mischief?
To be hailed as a Gospel chant
Am I wing of purple angel
To bring you shade
While you search for knowledge
Am I supersensible tune?
To be played by enlightened heartstring
Am I aerial spirit?
To bring you storm
In a midday when the sun
Reads its quatrain
Am I a cosmic fluid?
To be dispersed as a star dust
Am I divine enough?
To rejoice for a cosmic harmony
Am I the bell from the angel’s wings?
To bell the beginning of a new prophecy
Am I a saint that shows hardly his miracle?
To be later adored as Godling
Am I pure water from the desert’s spring?
To be drunk on the moment of death
Am I death of Art?
To be reborn by Theurgy
Am I a drunken lover in Love?
To be perished in the quantum of photon
Am I stupid to reveal a new discovery?
So you may pity or
You may salute and laude
And so, and so, and so on.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born in Rahovec, in southwestern Kosovo, in 1972. He completed his university studies at the University of Prishtina in Oriental Studies, earning the title of Professor of Oriental Sciences., He is actively engaged in calligraphy, discovering new techniques and mediums for this specific type of visual art., He writes aesthetic reviews on visual art. He is an expert in transcendental literature and a researcher of global spiritual heritage., Over the last three decades, he has worked as an Independent Scientific Researcher in the fields of Global Spiritual Heritage and Sacred Aesthetics., Puschart and Pulitzer nominated
