to speak of this, is to be silent
~
this night bears witness of the re-emergence of i
who extracts the self from the folds of us all
to take up seat in the presence of the beloved
who can stay locked up when the beloved comes to call;
who can refuse the sweet companionship?
every surface on which the beloved’s gaze falls,
loves, breathes, swings and sways in rapture
~
no one taught me how to find you
but you taught me
by the pen
no one told me i already knew you
but you tell me
over again
inside me, whole seas part
to reveal the way
to your shore
i have come upon myself
in a way
like never before
~
incredible!! beautiful imagery, love the feeling here.
:)
loved this!reminded me of read out in JK yest of one by Rumi!
Just beautiful
Love Dad