Poem: I am ME a Life of Opulence


I am ME a Life of Opulence

Life of opulence is a never-ending web

Blame not the mirror if the spirit is dusky in dirt

Desire is the worship of the lower soul –

Enslaved, wired, and create foul

Riches veiled will perish before the plum bloom

Greed is the rust that conceals the inner light of Om

Om is not a word, it is shanti of the soul, salaam, Sholom

Shanti is the bride of the soul

And soul is the image of God

Written by:

Quddus Mohammed

Volume 2: In My Zone of Reflection