My Beloved, is Beyond Death, Beyond, Death is my Beloved
From_Warsaw_Graveyard_by_marzenaabl
Die Before You Die
Ironic, but one of the most intimate acts
of our body is
death.
So beautiful appeared my death – knowing who then I would kiss,
I died a thousand ti mes before I died.
“Die before you die,” said the Prophet Muhammad.
Have wings that feared ever touched the Sun?
I was born when all I once feared – I could love.
In My Soul
In my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
Is there not a region of love where the sovereignty is illumined nothing,
where ecstasy gets poured into itself and becomes lost,
where the wing is fully alive but has no mind or body?
In my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
that dissolve, that dissolve in God.
Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery.
{poetry by Sufi Mystic – Rabia al Basri}
People of Goda, the Clan of Tubal Cain 
Beautiful serenity abounds here.