by Fahredin Shehu
Assembled myriads
Of the thirsty souls
A Sage appeared at the lobby
Wearing a light Tunic
And the hairs wavy as flamed
Waterfall
Radiating tachyon- ic influence
Of Love
I play happy
A curiosity bangs the wish
The open- ear the open heart
The open all- seeing souls undresses
Their gowns
Naked,
Shamelessly light bodies
Yet intoxicated
Irresponsible amidst
The crowd of jealous
Twisted around the Axe
Of the temple
We call it the heart
Unjustly
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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
