by Fahredin Shehu
Spleen was now loaded
Heavily as vineyard full of not harvested grape
I pity the nation that does not press its own grape
All plasmatic beings elegantly approached to burn
The head and the tail of the serpent
The latent “I” buried under the shade of the golden fig and
The drops of the pomegranate’s juice
In vain tempted to cure all wounds of the turbulence “Past”-s and
Aloe, balm and the royal jelly turbulence “Now”-s
While in seclusion yet the latent “I” bears Love
Since it shall write for the upcoming prophet
He writes since he believes in miracle
By each lovely word he utters
The gate opens the “All” may hear heavenly shriek and
The distance shortens
To kiss the epithelium of the heart and
By each word he utters
A prejudice dismantles in one blast
To see the rainbow from the burnt of its particles and
All the black holes queued in the cosmic cord
To make the necklace for Sophia eternal
The bride of the eternal groom
That embraces the Seen the Semi- Seen and the Unseen.
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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
