Dear followers, Thanks so much:)

Dear followers,

Wow. There’s fifty-two of you!

And I’d like to thank every one of you for following. I’m very humbled that you all appreciate my poetry and such enough to follow along. I hope you’ll kick back and stay awhile. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And I look forward to seeing more of your as I visit your sites:)

May your love be filled with love and poetry and mandarine oranges.

❤ Ariel

Underneath

Underneath the dark skies

Are the trees

Underneath the fruit trees

Are the birds

Underneath the grey birds

Are the flowers

Underneath the sleeping flowers –

Is the earth

 

Underneath the heavens

Are the mortals

Underneath the mortals

Are their hearts

Underneath the hearts

Are springs of longing

Underneath the longing

Are the Arms

 

This in a mirror darkly do we see –

For we have yet to comprehend what’s underneath

 

Closer

I am closer to you than your breath
I am closer to you than the sheets on your bed
And I am closer to you than your blood running red
Oh, I am closer to you than your breath

Open up your hands and let me hold them
Open up your eyes and let me show them
How faithful and how true
I cherish you

The Man Who Saw the Moon

“I saw the moon!” said the man with the long grey beard. (And since he had a long grey beard we know, of course, that he was a reliable witness)

“I saw the moon!” said the man, and he rushed down from his high mountain. He ran down past the evergreens and their rich and biting fragrance. He ran down past the long and elegant waterfall cascading down the great stone bluffs marbled with clay and greenery. He ran down past the large, grey, slippery stones majestically piled alongside the mountain path. He ran down and down and down till he reached the tents, and there in the dim light of the cooking fire the man with the long grey beard (and since he had a long grey beard we know, of course, that he was a reliable witness) said to his eldest son. “I saw the moon!”

“You saw the moon!” said the eldest son and ran to his wife who was hunched over the fire cooking paneer. “He saw the moon!”

“He saw the moon!” said the eldest son’s wife and up she got from the cooking pot, and ran to second eldest son’s wife who was just now coming with the pitcher of water. “He saw the moon!”

“He saw the moon!” Said the second son’s wife, and grabbing the shoulder of her toddling daughter said “Go and tell your father! He saw the moon!”

“He saw the moon!” said the daughter for her mother to father who was (as we know) the second son of the man with the long grey beard (And since he had that beard we know, of course, that he was a reliable witness). And the second son stopped making rope for the ponies out of goat hair, and went out to the field where his youngest brother was tending to a goat who had broken its leg (along with the youngest brother’s eldest son) “He saw the moon!”

“He saw the moon!” said the youngest brother, and turning to his eldest son said “Tell your mother!”

And so the son of the youngest brother ran to his mother who was slapping dough between her hands to make the roti, and said to her (rather out of breath from running up the mountain) “He saw the moon!”

“He saw the moon!” said boy’s mother (who is, as we know, the wife of the youngest brother) “He saw the moon! Run and tell my family.” So the boy got on a pony and rode it swiftly down the mountain into the valley to the family of his mother. And the boy told his mother’s brother, who told his mother’s sister in law, who told his mother’s mother, who told his mother’s father (who also had a grey beard, and since he had a grey beard we know, of course that he was a reliable witness too) who traveled to the mosque and went to the committee who were staring through a small window with a pair of binoculars, and said “He saw the moon!”

“He saw the moon!” said the committee (who all had grey beards, which means, as we all know that they are all reliable witnesses) and the committee told everybody in the mountains and the valley. And that was the beginning of Ramazan.