Laments of a Reed-flute..

Steal me from the reed field!
Pierce me
and leave me to die in your soul..
.. until I breathe again.
Breathe again,
between the cups of your hands
.. like a prayer.
Breathe again,
beneath the sole of your feet
.. like a whirl.
Put me to your lips O’ Beloved!
Put me to your lips,
and give me life again!
Play me into songs,
caged within your mute heart.
Sing me into chants,
born amidst your loud tears.
Let me show you..
what a simple reed flute can do.
And let me tell you..
what a piece of dry wood can be.
Sit with me in this barren field,
where you had me plucked
from my silent dance once.
Raise me in your eyes!
O’ raise me in your eyes now,
and let me bring both worlds to you.
So I may shed
the garb of The Lover
and whirl..
.. whirl like a Sufi dervish
in this “mad mad trance”.
O’ come!
Before the splendor
of my songs are lost, come!
Come blow a breath
of your soundless soul into mine
.. and let this ‘Ney’ be the one for you.
Yes! Yes!
The one to raise you
in your final ‘Sema’.
The one to raise you
to your final ‘Fana’.
O’ Beloved, come!
Come put me to your lips now,
and give me my Life again.


~ IZ ~


*Sufi: a Muslim ascetic or mystic (Sufism) — *Ney: an end blown flute made of hollow reed or cane, commonly played in Sufi ceremonies (often in Turkey — *Sema: a special ceremony performed by Sufi dervishes “in remembrance of God”, comprised of music and, often through whirling. — *Fana: the ultimate state of self-annihilation (Sufism)

6 thoughts on “Laments of a Reed-flute..

  1. How beautiful is the image, captured in the melody of your words. Ethereal, yet tangible, the music you create is soft while finding its way into the soul where rises on the skin, bumps to make one shiver. I love the imagery, the tone, the clarity of each line and the references to such a beautiful ceremony. Bravo, SF, Bravo (stands and applauds) 🙂

    1. *blush* Indeed let’s blame on the humidity.

      Oh fine poet, a mere thank you cannot suffice what I feel. You have measured the length and breadth of this one — oh so perfectly. And.. The image emerged from a core part of my soul. Well, sometimes our pens paint. Sometimes our brushes write poetry. *smiles*

      That standing ovation is truly appreciated. *curtsy*

      1. Yes (ahem), humidity 🙂 I read and comment not for thanks but to share how your words move me. I could tell this came from a place beyond flesh, bone and blood. Of course, you are a multi-faceted artist – able to pen and blush your images perfectly. You are kindly welcome, SF 🙂

  2. This is absolutely spectacular..loved it from beginning to end.
    Breathe again,
    between the cups of your hands
    .. like a prayer.
    Breathe again,
    beneath the sole of your feet
    .. like a whirl.
    Lovely lines!

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