*Beyond the Seas There is a Town*

The rider asked in the twilight “Where is the friend’s house?”
Heaven paused
The passerby bestowed the flood of light on his lips to darkness of sands
And pointed to a poplar and said:
“Near the tree
Is a garden-line greener than God’s dream?
Where love is bluer than the feathers of honesty
Walk to the end of the lane, which emerges from behind puberty
Then turn towards the flower of solitude
Two steps to the flower
Stay by the eternal mythological fountain of earth where a transparent fear will visit you
In the flowing intimacy of the space you will hear a rustling sound
You will see a child
Who has ascended a tall plane tree to pick up chicks from the nest of light?
Ask him Where is the friend’s house?

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I had been waited for a hand that opened my window toward light. And you did it with generosity of sun and kindness of rain you growned up my seed from desert of ignorance and gowned it up in field of knowledge

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The sea does roar
Nobody is visible near the shore,
No speck you can see over the dark see
To presume it is a boat
Approaching the shore.
A boat has survived near the shore
Night covering its head,
Its body from a dark path
Immersed in to the bitter perception.
Nobody is there to come
And cast the boat in the sea
And at a moment when every high wave
Speaks to the hidden ear
A disturbed wave arrives to tell
The story of a stormy night
That night the fisherman had gone
To fish from the sea
And dig out that which he
Had dreamed in his fancy.
Next morning when no wave
Jolted with another wave on the sea,
The fisher’s eye could see
A boat on the water in whose mouth
There was the news of accident of the day before.
Then they pulled the boat to the sleepy shore,
Where it is now lying.
And at this very sad moment
Near the boat
The sea is boiling
And wave arrivers from distance to speak again
Of a stormy night,
But the story is brief. 

If you come to visit me
You will find me behind the realm of naught
Behind naught there is a place
Where the veins of the air is full of dandelions
Who bring the happy tidings of flowers blossoming at the farthest bush?
Over the sands also you can see the delicate footsteps of the horseman who mounted the anemone hill of ascension at morning
Beyond the realm of naught, the umbrella of desire has been spread
So that the breeze of thirst can run into the leave’s root
The siren of the rain resounds
One is lonely here
And in this loneliness the shade of an elm stretches to eternity
If you come to visit me
Come gently and slowly lest the fragile china
Of my solitude cracks

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I shall build a boat
I shall cast it in the water
I shall sail away from this strange earth
Where no one awaken the heroes in the wood of love
A boat empty of net
And longing heart for pearls
I shall continue sailing
Neither I shall loose my heart for the blues
Nor for t he mermaids who emerge from the water
To spread their charm from their locks
On the shining solitude of fishermen
I shall continue sailing
I shall continue singing
“One should sail away, sail away.”
The man in that town had no myth
The woman in that town was not as brimful as a cluster of grapes
No hall mirror repeated joys
Not even puddles reflected a torch
One should sail away, sail away
Night has sung its song
Now it is the turn of windows
I shall continue sailing
I shall continue singing
Beyond the seas there is a town
In which windows open to manifestation
There rooftops quarter pigeons that looks at the jets of human intelligence
In the hand of each 10-year-old child a branch of knowledge lies
The townsfolk took at hedges
As if they look at a flame, a tender dream
Earth hears the music of your feeling
And the fluttering sound of mythological birds are heard in the wind
Beyond the seas there is a town
Where the sun is as wide as the eyes of early-risers
Poets inherit water, wisdom and light
Beyond the seas there is a town!
One must build a boat