MEVLANA
Seeking Her face
In this
One moment
Of seeing...
We are...
Her muse.
The miracle.
Now,
I am...
Breathless
Now,
Brought to my knees
In universal prayer.
We are...
Divinity's progeny
Momentarily
Suspended
In material form.
Yet,
Formed from
The formless.
Yet,
Birthed from
The womb
Of stars.
I am...
So enamoured
With
These galaxies
Of light
Now,
Exploding
In my chest.
We are...
That starred reverie
Momentarily
Materializing
Yet,
Formed perfectly from
The bliss of
Pure consciousness...
We are...
Her muse,
Never ceasing.
Now,
No longer seeking
We are...
Of She...
We are...
She.
We are...
That which we were always looking for;
THAT starred reverie.
We are...
The miracle.
