Gracious

Gracious...
The shelter of heaven resonates my longings in Your Name...
As my shifting soul is in bouyancy fashion...
Madly delving into your only path...

To my temporality...
My hopes are enclosed...
My daydreams are lining straight...
For merely the day of truth...
Will i abide in patience...

As Rumi, the lover, said:
"In the slaughter house of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak of deformed.
Don't run away from dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat."

I offer You my submittion...
Inside of all precise moments...
Dying in life... Drunk in love...
Before your majestic sovereignty...

Gracious...
I went astray such a halfway secret...
Grant me your guidance so i can breath...
Accentuated is the nothingness...
It's me creeping on the creed...

M. Nurul Hidayat
March 3th, 2019