the sweetest madness

persons raising hands

My mind is always trying to talk
my heart out of this madness.
This argument–
bickering battle between them —
My soul watches — laughing.

These two contrary companions
endlessly scrapping and tussling
like kittens learning to grow up —
Meow! Shriek! Hiss, attack, tumble —
Oh, this joy of mock battle
to be ruler of the kingdom!

Meanwhile,
You are water flooding into each open crevice;
You are fire and red-flame lava burning me to ash;
You are space, silence, the great wash of wind —
across my body like cool breezes on warm days.

Electrical impulse of cell and synapse —
You are light exploding in every particle of my being —
And I am dying into the invisible storm of You —
And it is the most beautiful place I have ever known.

Dying to Love is the sweetest madness:
One never wishes to come back from that!

 

~Photo Credit” Luis Dalvan on Pexels.com

Dance the Questions

Did I Call you

or did You Call me?

 

If our past Loves

were the Greatest Loves,

then we must Live There.

 

But, what of this Flesh

still Breathing Fire Energy?

It is Now and Alive —

 

What if we were Both

Simply Singing Love Expanding?

 

Can a Larger Human Love

than we have Lived Before

BE?

 

Or, are you My Shams —

Calling me to Union

then disappearing into the Mist?

 

Like the Sufi’s —

I will Dance the Questions

In the Music of the Beloved

Until the Answers Come —

 

This is how Love Plays.