AS A SILKWORM WEAVING & DYING AWAY AMID ITS PERFORMANCE

WHEN YOU WAKE UP TO YOURSELF

Freedom, like a blueness announcing
dawn and all living
prostrate, you seek too early
Nocturnal, still thickens gloom
and a fragile streak of your mind
being let pass through by the Time
cautions you by the way: 
slowly, 
one has to get used to The Light 
 
Blind, your soul still rests in the darkness
of your body
waiting for the cure
(and word, disputable, ruins into itself)
There is burning, burning, the Cosmos
There is blazing, the chasm of your ignorance 
 
A step if you make too many
against cell’s wall, you will smash
hope, that alone feeds you
Warmth, nightly, still keep in your nape
and with your hand, of the prison window
fondle bar
 
There will come the time of Marvel
 
Of the Light will come the time
and then the Time of times
when you will through the gate* of 'Alî enter 
Muhammad's city, blessings and peace upon him
and his offspring
city of Mustafâ
city of Abu’l-Qâssim
 
Awaken to yourself you will then after a long dream
regain your sight
To the Lord, perfectly, slave loyal
And thereafter you will of the freedom which you once
Madly sought
become the very essence 

(when you wake up to yourself)

Sarajevo, 1982



ALLÂHUMA SALI 'ALL MUHAMMADIN WA 'ALΠMUHAMMAD!

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