I crave losing myself within You
To dissolve into you
To be at a loss of all sense of me or I
I don't demand this from You
For to demand of you would reveal my pride
And I am nothing to make demands on You
You, the force behind my bloodflow
That makes my heart beat and my lungs breathe
I know it is You that has placed within me
This yearning, this desire, this need
To be wholly with you
To lose this illusory separation
As a drop of water is no longer a drop
When it makes union with the sea
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I am open to You as a gate is to a garden
Whose fragrant flowers unfold within
Please enter and scatter your seed
So that I might soon take root
Allow me to fully blossom
To become your prize rose
Then you will wish to pluck me from the dirt
And my perfume will finally join your breath
12 comments:
Such sexual imagery!
Whew !
Persian Mystic Wine, yep.
The Lady's drunk on the Wine of the Persian Poets !
Sophia, this is beautiful!
Vincent,
Shocked? :)
Physical union between male and female, where the two become one, is actually quite analogical of the union between lover and Beloved, or seeker and God.
Alex,
hehee... yep, I was divinely insane last night, drunk on the same love potion that those mystic poets drank.
I'll never be another Rumi, but he is one of my inspirations.
I thought it would be interesting to write from a woman's point of view, maybe being a bit too sensual, but it is quite a sensual dance, this cat and mouse game between lover and Beloved.
Thank you very much, Suze! :)
That was definately inspired!
Go there again.
Lovely! Ummmmmmmmm!
Mossy,
The inspiration only comes occasionally. It's not a permanent resident!
You can bet, though, that I'll make another attempt soon.
Thanks, Mark! I was going out on a limb, being spiritually daring. :)
I like it Sophia, the subject and the poem itself, you keep on!
Thanks, Jim! I see you're back from the hospital. I hope everything went well. I'll send you an email so that I can find out the news.
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