A suspect scarlet
The ink fades
on the paper even as I write.
I long to dip my pen into the heart’s well
and stain these pages with blood!
Romantic words, but what do they mean?
Once it breaks the surface, blood turns
from its true color to a suspect scarlet.
The Beloved knows every complaint
and praise before they soak the paper.
His fare is the wordless poetry of your true Being.
These ghazals are His gift to you.
Read them carefully.
O child of God, put as little of yourself as possible
into these poems and refrain from judgment.
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