It is not the pain, but the hope, that hurts..

It is not the pain, but the hope, that hurts,
I insisted, thinking I was wise;
as he plucked two twinkling stars from the sky
and placed them in my eyes

My head upon his shoulder lain
he carried me to my resting hour;
climbing the tresses of Ferdowsi’s Rudāba*
he freed me from an imprisoning tower

‘We’ve seen each other’s scars‘, he said
our imperfections seem so perfect’
As I gaze into his fathomless eyes
my heart, in soothing undulation, swept

Carried away on an emerald ocean
within the cadence of my wanting,
the deeper you dive, the less violent the waves‘,
I immerse, the current no longer daunting

First buds break through winter’s frost
ushering the blessed re-birth of spring,
his kiss, a flame, melts the ice in my soul
re-awakening my heart to blossoming.

 

*  Persian lore similar to the story of Rapunzel

700_helleborus-niger--praecox-

Advertisements

Blossoming of a Dream

dreamI heard a whisper in the darkness
from deep within
the blossoming of a dream
and as it bloomed I was falling
falling
into a voracious summer stream.

Fading away from the world
I found myself learning
that bliss
was a desperate yearning
from within a wuthering abyss.

The whisper faded into the night
as a form emerged
from a place within the mist,
and I heard an echo without a sound
as I stood immobile,
transfixed.

 

Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world.
The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same”
~Rumi

flower

 

Between the Falling and the Fall..

Kiss Of Passion - Leonid Afremov

How do we pinpoint that exact moment
between the falling and the fall
between the fragrance and the memory
between the lasting and the temporary

between the strike and the flame..
between the essence and the name

between the grasp and the retract
the flight and the impact.

between the bud and the blossom,
the mundane and the awesome.

Between the silence and the sound
and the music that abounds,
between the pluck and the strum
between the parts and the sum.

Between the hit and the miss
the drawing near and the kiss
the passion and the bliss.

How can we grasp that imperceptible shift
between the forgetting and the recall,
… between the falling and the fall..
in Love