The Wanderer of the Mirage & The God of The Miracles!

This world is an ancient caravan in a dry water-less, desert

One by one everybody starts the never-ending journey

They head towards the moon

From the very start of life they were thirsty for love

And they start towards the Eternal Life Fountain

The love-less caravan believes moon as Love

And eternal water that can quench
the never-ending thirst for divinity in their souls

The separation from God is beyond any tolerance.           

Nobody knows God also travels with them in some form

Either as the sand stretch or as the two humped camel

or a sand dune or even a stranger
near any oasis-offering fresh clean water

And sweet dates to subside the recurrent hunger…

A few soul recognize God and stop the journey then and there

And start howling in ecstasy and sob with extreme pain…

The re-union is also unbearable…

They never leave the oasis…

The itinerant never leave the oasis
and sit there in deep penance,

Because they can talk to God
and can embrace the Lighted-Figure

only in deeper contemplation.

Sometimes God plays with them

And the oasis shifts to some other place of the desert..

The soul stat the search for it again…

Wandering here and there…

No water no food…

Whole body burning in sun flame…

People call them faqir or faqiran - the mad one

As they laugh and squeal with pleasure sometimes

And the next moment burst out crying,

As they see their Beloved God in their mind’s eye

And they never leave…

They stay in the desert running after their dear mischievous God!

That they have found Love, Life and God,

They wander in the desert…

The dear God may be anywhere-

Inside the sand dune, in a lost camel, in the oasis,

in the kind words of a stranger

Or even in the chimera…

So they stay…never to leave

The moon journey has come to an end…

The moon is here upon the earth.