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The Burn of Love's Hand

Picture
   a little boy looks
through the eyes of a white beard
   -- time merges and fades

   undress my poems,
scatter them about the room
   -- drink deep my heart life

   bewilder me, Love,
chase me like the forest wind
   -- shadow play and glance

   afternoon thunder
and a numbing depression
   -- so heavy, these beads

   imagine: my mouth
clamped tightly to Your left breast
   -- what would You do next?

   the burn of Love's hand,
endless quest and consequence
   -- living, yet I die

   breathing the mountain,
each step, closer to the Heart
   -- "this that" such Beauty!

   slowly the mind breaks,
descending into the heart
   -- clinging to the Name

   God comes: no mercy
left and right, the shattering
   -- a potshard of self

   offering my heart:
how far can one go in Love?
   -- She whispers, "No end"

   hide and seek gaming,
Holy One! I am so tired
   -- why not just kiss me?

   blankets over me
curled in a gut wrenching groan
   -- where to look for Light?

   heaved ashore by Night
alone, as the ticking clock
   -- why still this needing?

   this moment is Yours,
Love is the one in my breath
   touch my tongue with Yours

   walking the green hills
distant voices, distant thoughts
   -- approaching One Sound

   just sit, nothing do.
breathing mountains and rivers
   -- the delight of God

   nightfall at monk's pond
when prayer cups the cosmos
   -- Paradise opens

   am I so crazy,
wanting to mirror Your Love?
   -- draw from me my breath!

   intently silent,
I hear the pain of this world
   -- the mountain dogwood

   lonely and afraid,
I yearn for You in the night
   -- my heart in the Fire

   like a bird of prey
You tear my heart from my chest
   -- Your talons, my Love!

   paradise scent, and
these beads, like caressing God
   -- daybreak in Love's ooze

   how You feed the earth
with such delectable love
   -- hurry and kiss me!

   by means of expanse,
all things converge into Light
   -- and Flame frees the fire

   an old man returns,
from the hills, to the market
   -- all beings to love
 


Copyright (c) Michelle Smith   All Rights Reserved  2017
Photo from h.koppdelaney
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  • Thin
  • Praxis
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  • Bread
  • Human
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  • Rumi
  • The Watcher
  • Heaven-Become
  • Seed Only
  • Dorothy
  • Interior Landscape
  • Subtle River, Subtle Moon
  • Feather
  • Lessons
  • Sabbath-Day
  • Gandhi
  • Hummingbird
  • Meditation