Obsidian heart
On Time debris’ of a mere walk throughout
The continental part of the Soul lies
Heart’s sharp edges cutting the flesh
Of evil dispersed hastily- a lonesome
Pinfeather is flying around with the tough
Message- some might say a Revelation
She longs for unveiling the Mystery
Beyond Men understanding- through Aeons
Meandering in the rainbow side of the Shade
A rooster announces a new day while
The Redemption seems far away
Sharp is the heart as dark as the darkest night
When no star sparkles to show the road to the seeker
A Quantum taste
She pulled up her dress,
the foot touching the water membrane,
the thrill currents from foot
to the head-top,
goose bombs on the skin all over,
a grape-berry in her mouth
foaming, burgundy drops-
leaking on her jaw.
Tasteful indeed- the wine to become,
as if all tastes disappeared
only for this moment of
Quantum reality I dwell and
the Time lost its meaning.
My Luminous Forest
They built the Temple-
the Masters of the Soul's secrets-
for the Princess with the incomparable beauty
Thou Art is Objective
to be lived
to be experienced.
When the Time froze and
became the Timelessness,
just sit with that gorgeous
building in the front
nothing else to do- just sit!
you shall see how serenity
brings the soothing of the heart and how it
leaves the strange taste
in your mouth
Do you happen to experience the Forest?
Did you ever hear
the hissing of the snakes,
the chirping voices of the birds
ate the wild strawberries
saw the cloud upon your
head formed by the Mistletoe
heard the cracking of the dried bows
covered with the decayed
leaves beneath your feet
collected the Spider's nets
in tiny glass-jars
saw the rabbit nests
under the bushes and
how Ivy covered the trunks
of the tall trees.
Before you dwell in the sea
of your DMT and meet
your neon colour white Queen
as luminous as a midday
sun-ray of July
Listen!
Listen what they have to say-
the Masters of the
Heart
who became known
centuries after
their disciples unveiled their names
To stay or...?
Petroleum scented Zephyr
the Sun hides behind the mountain-top
it is as death binds your legs
The blood-drops pattern Libra
on my cotton white tunic
To stay in a dream or
to dwell in here having
the taste of Absinth
in my mouth
Layers
Layers upon layers
of golden sheets of memories set
I found a difference between
information, knowledge, knowing,
wisdom and the revelation
While it all tastes confused
the cloud of Consciousness above
the head top of mine
hides the seven colours of the Rainbow and
the Vanta-Black hidden deep
under the Abyss of the surface
it all brought chill and thrill
while Umami envelopes
my tongue unable to utter
a word of Love
Fahredin Shehu - Is a World renowned poet from Kosovo who authored over 20 books: mainly Poetry, Essay, Novel etc.
His poetry is translated in around 40 languages and brought
him many literary prizes. For his unique
philosophical and Artistic expression he was awarded Doctor Honoris Causa and
Lifetime Academic in Switzerland and was nominated for Pulitzer prize.
He took part in over 50 International poetry festivals and
over 50 world anthologies.
He is The Director of International Poetry Festival in
Kosovo
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