Nell Haque

Firm in the path
The little joy
lightens the way
as goes along

Pouring twinkles
in each heart
love on their faces
makes smiles laugh.

Swiftly the winter days
Rinse their glum

At the harbor
Spring will soon be here
In bloom

Drunk in love
With loving
Stringing metaphors
Staggering
I am

Silvery water
Turns into mirror
Shining holds the image
Of the sky

Anticipating sweetness
I see the seagulls
Twirling and dancing Above

The lone boat glides
With the lone rower
Across the silky waters
Good bye…

Nobody had entered
In his hidden might
They called him a pauper, a tramp
He wiped away tears
From the wrinkled faces
Of women and men
He loved evenly
Everyone

From moment to moment
Intently changing
The wrong into right
He was of no account!
Nobody

The Grail, The Cup
The Sapient, Excelsior
The Christ

When your drop of love
falls in my body
of reverberant waters
you will feel as I feel
that you are the sea

From your essence
from your heart’s core
in a place deep within
will spring forth your love

Palpitating your flesh
sweet will run
through your chest
the honey of a bliss

The essence of your passion
ascending to your eyes
you’ll pray of joy with tears
on my altar of love

I am the one who draws
from you the Shadows
and speaks to you in silence
the one who gives you breath
the one who breaks the hours
to create timelessness

You are the dewdrop
that got lost in the night
I am the one who waits
playing at the sea shores
waiting for your return

But someday
you’ll return to my shore
I will hold you to me
and an ocean of love
in my arms we will be

When your drop of love
Falls in my body
of reverberant waters
you will be what I am:
The sea, the sea, the sea

We know there is a point
where nothing ever was
everything is always is…
We meet in the now becoming
never arriving between
we know we’ll never get there
getting there always is.

It is love almost unbearable
that dissolves time into being
it is now every where
because everywhere is
Soon all else will disappear

When I feel isness to be
your burning look stands
soon all else will disappear.

When I look around transfixed
with Him, I feel everybody
with Him, I am everything
touching the hem of His garment
stringing moment to moment
we make the present to be.

That one day that I loved you
I erased all my thoughts
you took me to your port
where the waves are quiet
In your tower I learned
the fury of your calmness
standing there
where silence is melted
in a white silver flame
I was forged by your word
until we run together
the lustfulness of time
I saw your eternal secret
surrendering to me
as the milk softly flows
from a mother to babe

As the heart opened
the sensors of my body
ran thru all the new gamuts
then, like the rain
which washes clean the morning
all was transformed in sweetness
Now I touch without touching
the objects passing by
as one crossing oneself
as he who calls out mother
as he who loves in silence.

My chest is hurting
because your love
my heart is learning
to be a cup
because within,
my body knows
love makes us one
alone, alone
the earth around
green of fresh clover
encircles me
loving sweet rings
spin me softly

I gave no credence
that we might be
integral parts of
one sole Being
I gave no credence
that power-love can turn
a stone into a heart
to allow a glance
to all the marvels
of what we are
by only opening
simply the heart
your regal beauty
ray of white light
one heart we share
there is not you
there is not I
together one
unending love

One heart we share
that makes us, one
swiftly the heart
Opens and closes
Over and over

She is like my mother,
perhaps the mother
or the grandmother
of anyone
back bent scratching
the hardened surface
of the back yard
could be your cottage
in Ireland.
or our brick home
behind the church.

If you want
come with me
we will see
Ernestine
pour the tea

We will see
how her sister
Miss Rose
boils the milk
gives the cats
what is theirs
and the rest
will be free
for the tea

But please don’t
come with me
if you are bothered
by fleas

If in wondering joy
like to see
vintage manners
old bibles
true stories of
green elves and sylphs
come with me
to the wondrous
house by the sea
to see sweet
Ernestine
pour the tea
with hard bread
that she serves
in alabaster
cups
on jacaranda
trays
of
jacaranda
trees
just for you
and for me
but don’t say
that the cups
do not match
they are rare
collection
of appreciative
lore
instead feel
the aroma
of jasmine
in the air and be aware
to feel
how you feel

Look around
you will see
picture frames
gold and silver
filled
enlarged photographs
of aunties and uncles
and the Mason brother
who went out
to sea

She will tell you
how a morning
angel
stood right, right here
by the window sill
when time stood
still
don’t look away please
look into her
eyes
limpid innocence
and a child’s
grin

She will tell you
how she went around
giving to the children
loquat fruit to eat
before her landlord
cut down all the trees
we needed the space
to hang out the clothes
outside in the spring
with no criticism
she will pour more tea

If the cups are spotted
or darkened by tea
think of antiquish
patina
and look at the hills
If you hear clear jingles
playing
the saucer and cup
in her trembling hand
don’t look away
listen
how clear the notes
of the china chime

But if you
do behave
she’ll invite you
someday
to come Sunday
to pray
at the corner
small room
overlooking
the train
and you’ll see
all her saints
all her saints

If you don’t
criticize
and you see
what I see
you will marvel
at the house by the sea
she will open
the door
double chain
and key
and will lead you
slowly
up the stairs
to see

how it is
to be ninety-four
frail
and a child
within

Don’t let this day pass by
without the soft cadenza
of your sight,
piercing all the frontiers
the soul stretched
beyond.

Until the sailing sweet
of your skin
encounters now
melting at dawn.

Don’t let the day go by
without the senses trembling,
to multiply the scent
and catch full open
the point of light of being

And let the feelings
flooding lights
floating auras
of horizons
moment of the source.

Not known to thee
in spring time again
don’t let the flowers
don’t let the aroma
don’t let the moment
Don’t.