Bread Is My Death Poem by Naveed Akram

The mirror is miraculous in reality and fairness,
Our heart is our destination so pristine and clean.
Let yourself be attracted by earthly shadows,
As you live with deathly beings, shadows of desire.
Mirrors are clearer everyday like the oceanic waves,
What relief has entered the heart from afar!

My heart is cleansed by those in soul's flight,
My soul trains the other souls in submission.
Gratitude is the western hemisphere, and the eastern
Hemisphere, and all the intricate atoms and electrons.
My heart bleeds during the flows of the centuries,
As you are white light, he is divine light, and my light
Stays perfect due to rivers of honey and milk.

The mirror cleans itself after death, like the emptiness
Of rules and regulations, the source is within your soul.
Let a being happen on us, with essences of purity,
Like leaven bread and riding horses of the heavens.