Fahredin Shehu, born in Rahovec, South East of Kosova, is an accomplished Independent Scientific Researcher with a focus on World Spiritual Heritage and Sacral Esthetics. Fluent in numerous languages, he has translated works into English, French, German, Italian, and many others. As an author, Fahredin has penned 20 books, including poems, essays, and novels, showcasing his diverse literary talents. His editorial contributions to various books and anthologies have left a lasting impact. Fahredin’s exceptional literary prowess has earned him prestigious accolades, such as the Naaji Naaman Prize for Poetry in Beirut, Lebanon, in 2016, and a nomination for the renowned Pulitzer Prize in 2017. Acknowledging his scholarly achievements, he was awarded the title of Doctor Honoris Causa by the Universum Academy in Lugano, Switzerland, where he also holds a Lifetime Academic position. Beyond his academic pursuits, Fahredin actively fosters literature as the Director of the “Poetry and Wine” International Poetry Festival in Rahovec, Kosovo. Dedicated to preserving cultural education and heritage in Kosovo, Fahredin founded the Fund for Cultural Education and Heritage.
Self-floccinaucinihilipilification
…and the decades pass,
like beach sand through
fingers, as sunrays diffract
in iodized air, by the sea foam.
Now, enduring humbleness,
a cost surpassing Simplicity,
more than an unimaginable world.
Those sounds, transformed
into letters, layer upon layer,
have lost their Logos,
becoming symbols, akin to
Sutra text, incomprehensible
till lunacy grips the mind.
Breaths turned to bruises,
like fading yellows, healing
myself over and over, yet
not a Phoenix rising.
Humbly, yet firm, I stay,
calm and serene, pondering
the sparkling dew on Iris leaves
announcing another spring.
Here, I’ll remain, gazing at hearts
and stars, upon a turtle shell,
seeking omens for another aeon.
SPACELESSNESS
As the astral body ascends,
Through ages-built temples it roams and meanders,
Treading twin-star constellations,
Across a plethora of waves,
Morning brings codes yet to be deciphered.
I wake up sober, thinking all but you will die,
For you must mend a world where you don’t belong—
Far from it all!
…Far from even the faintest trace,
Leaving tracks for you to read,
Mistakes as countless, a letter-less code,
Only a manifestation of fragmented memories,
Starting from the Big Bang until absorption,
When this astral body meets other-worldly light,
Transporting it to spacelessness.
The suffering I am used to
In the timeless depths of inner space, love’s nurturing persists,
Like the Sun’s warm heart, a billion times brighter than the dark, unnamed abyss.
Within men, a hidden spark of God resides, as I traverse the fifth heart chamber’s space,
Circumambulating lights surround the spot of humble, immaculate grace.
Suffering, my synonym now lies,
The only mercy I must recognize.
Falling in love, no return to semi-visible consciousness,
A shade above my head-top, kissing grey hairs with tenderness.
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