I Have Been Looking For Your Face



From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

but today I have seen it



Today I have seen

the charm, the beauty,

the unfathomable grace

of the face

that I was looking for



Today I have found you

and those who laughed

and scorned me yesterday

are sorry that they were not looking

as I did



I am bewildered by the magnificence

of your beauty

and wish to see you

with a hundred eyes



My heart has burned with passion

and has searched forever

for this wondrous beauty

that I now behold



I am ashamed

to call this love human

and afraid of God

to call it divine



Your fragrant breath

like the morning breeze

has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me

I have become your sunshine

and also your shadow



My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

is in love with you


Your effulgence

has lit a fire in my heart

And you have made radiant

for me

the earth and sky



My arrow of love

has arrived at the target

I am in the house of mercy

and my heart

is a place of prayer


Jalaluddin Rumi.


Namaste dear world. I’m currently experiencing physical issues that have slowed me down a little more than usual, hence me tardiness at blogging.  Never mind, today I shall overcome these challenges for a short while by posting these beautiful words by Jalaluddin Rumi. I hope you like.

Thank you to all who have recently found me, and to all my old friends. Hope to be back soon. Peace from Amras.


“The moment I open my mouth to speak,

The Autumn wind chills my lips,”  



Artwork ©Francis Moloney.



Moloney Jun 82

Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,
Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
And the barriers fall,
Though a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
And bade me creep past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers
The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears
Of pain, darkness and cold.
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
The black minute’s at end,
And the elements’ rage, the fiend-voices that rave,
Shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain,
Then a light, then thy breast,
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
And with God be the rest!

Robert Browning (1812-1889)

The photo was taken in 1982, and if I remember correctly, this *beach faces East, therefore I was capturing sunrise.

Blessings to all, and back soon – Namaste from Amras.

*Probably Southwold UK.

Photography ©Francis Moloney: 1982-2012.