collab

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

The One






The One


Poet of my heart
Singer of my song
Lover of my sunny days
And every night so long

Dancer of my sweetheart waltz
Musician of the tune
That makes each step so feather light
It floats me to the moon

Embracer of my wanton needs
Kisser of my lips
Toucher of my silken form
With your fevered fingertips

Ravisher of my body
Satisfier of my soul
Alchemist that turns my tin
Into solid gold

Sweetest taste upon my mouth
Wine of which I do not tire
Food of love that fills me up
Match that lights my fire

Smiling eyes that mesmerize
Hands that hold me close
My man, my prince, my everything
My mortal and my ghost

No words have I to further describe
My daylight, midnight Sun
In this world of men, unknown and known
You are the One, the only One.




©by Voo
Oct 25, 2019
2:50 p.m.

The Beauty, Romance and Wisdom of RUMI







                       































This we have now
is not imagination.


This is not
grief or joy.


Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.


Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't. 
A momen of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land. 




I was dead
i came alive
i was tears
i became laughter

all because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal

love said to me
you are not
crazy enough
you don't
fit this house
i went and
became crazy
crazy enough
to be in chains

love said
you are not
intoxicated enough
you don't
fit the group
i went and
got drunk
drunk enough
to overflow
with light-headedness

love said
you are still
too clever
filled with
imagination and skepticism
i went and
became gullible
and in fright
pulled away
from it all

love said
you are a candle
attracting everyone
gathering every one
around you
i am no more
a candle spreading light
i gather no more crowd
and like smoke
i am all scattered now

love said
you are a teacher
you are a head
and for everyone
you are a leader
i am no more
not a teacher
not a leader
just a servant
to your wishes

love said
you already have
your own wings
i will not give you
more feathers
and then my heart
pulled itself apart
and filled to the brim
with a new light

overflowed with fresh life.
now even the heavens
are thankful that
because of love
i have become
the giver of light 


 Rumi



There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.

There is a broken- open place in a lover.

Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?

I want a howling hurt. This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change.

Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by? Not here. 




Tamally Ma'ak