Lo, I am with you always,
you promised that,
and when I realized that it was true,
my soul flared up.
Any unhappiness comes from forgetting.
Remember, and be back close
with the friend..
*******
Poem, song, and story, the stream sweeps by,
moving along what was never mine anyway.
What I have done through an act of will,
well-meaning or mean, these are brought in briefly
by moonlight, then carried obscurely off..
******
When you come back inside my chest,
no matter how far I have wandered off,
I look around and see the way.
At the end of my life, with just one breath left,
if you come then, I will sit up and sing.
*****
In pain I breathe easier.
The scared child is running from the house, screaming.
I hear the gentleness.
Under nine layers of illusion, whatever the light,
on the face of any object, in the ground itself,
I see your face.
*****
Burning with longing-fire,
wanting to sleep with my head on your doorsill,
my living is composed only
of this trying to be in your presence..
~ Rumi
you promised that,
and when I realized that it was true,
my soul flared up.
Any unhappiness comes from forgetting.
Remember, and be back close
with the friend..
*******
Poem, song, and story, the stream sweeps by,
moving along what was never mine anyway.
What I have done through an act of will,
well-meaning or mean, these are brought in briefly
by moonlight, then carried obscurely off..
******
When you come back inside my chest,
no matter how far I have wandered off,
I look around and see the way.
At the end of my life, with just one breath left,
if you come then, I will sit up and sing.
*****
In pain I breathe easier.
The scared child is running from the house, screaming.
I hear the gentleness.
Under nine layers of illusion, whatever the light,
on the face of any object, in the ground itself,
I see your face.
*****
Burning with longing-fire,
wanting to sleep with my head on your doorsill,
my living is composed only
of this trying to be in your presence..
~ Rumi
aditi premankit 