Holiday From The Perfect Crime Poems

Somehow The Resonance For Me During The Entertaining Of This Title As An Abiding Albeit Background Theme For The Poems, Was The Perfect Crime Of Our Existence: Perfect Because Created By A Perfect Creator. A Crime Because We Get Up To Such Malfeasance All The Time, At The Lower End Of It, And A Crime At The Higher End In The Sense That The Sufis Often Mention, That Any Existence Of Theirs Before Allah Taala, Any Flake Or Residue Of Their Self-ness, Is A Crime, A Flaw, An Obstruction Before The Light Of God. Only When You Have Known A Saint (wali) Of Whatever Spiritual Practice Do You The Sense Of A Personality Honed To Its Finest Before The Divine Consciousness, Whose Actions And Words And Thoughts Are Soaked In Divinity To Such A Degree That The Person Is Truly Human In Its Essence And Effaced Before God In His Ever-present And Infinitely Merciful Activity.