Saturday, June 24, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

374
I see my deeds record in my tiny shoulder bone,
The same I see on the earth, the same in the rays,
The record locked in Luz; the same rays have shown,
The rays pick our thoughts not our actions not praise,
Our thought nothing but the rays coming from the sky
Sending our thoughts back to be stored in book of life,
Our actions are not written but thoughts when we die,
Brain full of images inters in the tomb with love rife,
True love leaves print on earth unseen for human eyes,
As we can’t see devil-feet roaming on earth all night,
As eyes can’t see but hear in darkness the devil’s cries,
Intention shakes the heaven’s throne, if it is pure light

O mortal man, learn the art of how intention to purify,
Your eyes see on the earth all hells and heavens lie