Saturday, March 4, 2017

The Sleepers of Ephesus


Do you know that the world is roiling in anger

Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved

Do you know prejudices are burning each other

Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved

Don't you hear that people don't care to live anymore
Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved

We have to do something to make this world a better place

Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved

Why do you not take opium instead, 

you will then have a reason to be senseless

Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved

You are useless. It is because of likes of you, this tyranny is

Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved

If not do anything, let your heart be soft at least! mourn! please!

Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved

Did the Beloved not order you to Struggle

Dearest did you mention the Beloved?

Yes, in Beloved's name move your sloth soul to action

Ah! Dear, if I were to listen to you and do something
I would only be doing to please you or 
Or to my tarnished image apply salve
So someone else can be called evil
Or I would be acting to protect my kin
Over another son of Adam
Or protecting my food and riches
To make another soul go hungry
Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved

So you look down on me, you think me unholy

That I am not in a slumber and trying to change

While our children drown helpless in seas

And are washed upon shores of indifference

Ah dear, I too have died and been violated
Again and again; each worse than before
Each misery is the cost of a feeling heart
But it is the dread of numbness that
Burdens me to your stated inaction
The will of my Beloved is to Be
It to be Loved is me
The perfection of Justice is as perfect
As every moment I breathe or not
I be or not, all is or not
How can I look down on a slave who moves
By His Breath and seeks to change the world
All I can say is that I hear the sighing winds
And when a raindrop with my name 
Comes forth out of the mountainous clouds
As a healing for parched land
Or flood for the flooded
I will play my part, jubilant ecstatic
At being re-membered, 
But till then 
Let it go dear, let it go
tell me some about The Beloved


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