I’m watching your waves
flooding, crashing, smashing
in my being,
Watching the storm
in the desolate desert,
The sand flying,
Burying one truth,
Shape it into something different
with new ribs,
Only to bury it again,--
the creative whirlpool
in the womb of your soul,
The fierce incubation.
The traveler moving to
reach a subtle treasure,
unbothered of worldly losses,
Witnessing her journey
of rising above and beyond
all that passed through her,
She is equipped with a knife of
contradictory saw-teeth,
Enabling her to cut
the weeds of duality,--
the breeders of pain,
Thus cleansing her path to be a
witness to all that there is,--
to be aware of the knowledge:
that all that is known
is unknown also at the same time.
And as you walk in your desert,
you flame through my being,
like some eternal presence,
to reach the oasis in my heart
for celestial lovemaking,
Drenched with the perspiration of love,
you walk even deeper into my heart,
making me a Sufi,
You are forever
walking nearer in(to) my heart,
while far away on earth you walk.
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