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A POEM WITHOUT WORDS by Taya Malakain

A Poem Without Words came to me after an evening of experiencing Devotional Qawwali music by Fanna-Fi-Allah

I felt such bliss and longing while listening to the beautiful music coming straight from the heart of very devoted musicians. When I returned home, still in a state of bliss, this poem came to me in an effort to express that most powerful longing to merge with the beloved. 

A Poem Without Words

I want to become a poem for the Beloved.

I want to set my pen aside
and give up the words
I have used to aim at my true lover.

With every aspect of my being,
I want to seduce the Divine.

Just like each moment
is filled with either sunshine,
or moonlight,
or darkness,
I want to fill myself with
whatever experience is being offered
and as a gift
reflect it back to my Beloved.

The delight of warm rain,
the silky cool of the mist that comes next,
the glow of the sun setting into the storm.

I want to take it all in
as you watch me experience it.

And instead of attempting
to capture all of this in words,
words that can only point
towards the truth,
I will become a poem for my Beloved.

Each aspect of my being a page on
which the Divine Poet
has written the most beautiful poem-
without using a single word.
~

(This poem appears the author's poem collection 'Sutra of Stars', available here
Pictured is the author, Taya Malakain



Taya Malakian has been a creative seeker all her life. A poet, a yogini, a painter, a student of world religions, a nature lover, a yoga teacher, a business-woman and more. She strives to be a “Medicine Woman for the Modern World” and brings all of her passion and experience to the table in everything she does. To learn more about Taya, visit her website here and view her art here.  Connect with Taya on Facebook Twitter, or send her an email: mail to: taya@tiffanaya.com Her new book Sutra of Stars is available here. 






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