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THE RETURN OF THE BELOVED


You have broken my heart ... from the very first moment
And
Still I come to you ...

I come my love ... and in my emptiness...
My despicable desolation ... my utter devastation. I find you.
… Here… in my longing for You...
You are near my Love, so close, only these words
Keep us apart …

You are a warm embrace, the golden sun on my skin
You are the teardrops of a shining moon, falling in my mind
Endless stars call me to you …
I want you…You are my passionate kiss, You wreck my lover’s heart

I adore you into the hands of my prayers

I am on fire…
…and even as these ashes of my burning heart,
Consume me, covers me with more longing...
I seek you everywhere …
I find myself nowhere …
Why are you are everywhere I am not? I need your touch…
I need your rain....
In my open mouth…
Take away my nothingness and show me how to love you, ...

I am a wound that never heals …
Oh, Beloved stranger come to my distant shore,
Can you show yourself before I am lost again?
Far far from You…
This distance of air, of a water hyacinth
Take me to paradise,
Return me,
Charm me
Rapture me,
Be …my mystery,
I need your touch in my soul…
I need your breath on my hair…

I shall look for you in my breaking heart,
My lonely garden tonight,
Will the wind whisper your name?
Oh, my Darling hold me close…
... that I may find myself once again.
I feel your nearness
And still I can not see you.
Stay. Stay… My Love
Why are you so cruel?
I lay my love at your door,
My last wish is to see you.
Can you fulfill a dream?
I know I will never find you but in another dream,
In the Holy rivers of not now
Why do you hide in my love for you?
Never to feel close enough,
To drink your soul,

I beseech you
With my longing,
With my Desire,
We have known Ecstasy
Yet you are willful
I am burning alive
Dying into nothing
Dance away my Lover,
Take me to Shangri La,
Let us ascend
Stay with me,
Love me
Let me love you
Let us find this one moment again,

Desire has two faces.





Love,
Anna

[Aurora]

Wow! Such passion and such delight!

[ANNA]

Ahhh...so pass-i-onate and e-motion-ally poem:)

"The Beloved is all, the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living, the lover a dead thing.
If Love witholds its strengthening care,
The lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
If the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull,
The rust has not been cleared from its face."

.........Rumi (Mathnawi Book 1, 34)



"I am only the house of your beloved,

not the beloved herself:

true love is for the treasure,

not for the coffer that contains it."

The real beloved is that one who is unique,

who is your beginning and your end.

When you find that one,

you'll no longer expect anything else:

that is both the manifest and the mystery.

That one is the lord of states of feeling,

dependent on none;

month and year are slaves to that moon.

When he bids the "state,"

it does His bidding;

when that one wills, bodies become spirit.



...........Rumi Mathnawi III, 1417-1424





We Are As Flute

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!

Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.

We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.

.......Rumi Mesnavi Book I, 599-607



Lovers

O lovers, lovers it is time
to set out from the world.
I hear a drum in my soul's ear
coming from the depths of the stars.

Our camel driver is at work;
the caravan is being readied.
He asks that we forgive him
for the disturbance he has caused us,
He asks why we travellers are asleep.

Everywhere the murmur of departure;
the stars, like candles
thrust at us from behind blue veils,
and as if to make the invisible plain,
a wondrous people have come forth.

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness
Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.

....Rumi





From Love to Love as 'heron' would say,

Anna

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