Knowledge – Writings of Niaz

Stung

Mesmerizing sensations rolling down my tongue
A burning itch across my skin, have I been stung?

I feel its burn within my arms, itch turns red
How could I listen

The cup must be emptied to be filled,
Empty yourself to learn and be thrilled.

Be as the flowers in search of their sun,
They open themselves when by light

Spring arrives at the garden of life, behold!
He walks to the flowers and turns the cold

Summer-like warmth lands to the flowers
They flow and glow-up bright with powers

Fade into nothingness, brother in sin
Where else can we possibly blend in?

Be the shadow of the sun, so you vanish
Now this light of yours, you must banish

Traveler! How do you do on this day?
Can you read without thinking astray?

Oh, child what do you know of distractions?
It is the true form and being of