“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.” ~Rumi
That grass. That golden grass. Sweet to the skin and comforting to the soul. That is love, a magical and unexplainable sense of plush support that redirects the mind to the heart. Meet me there, and lay with me under the Spring Sun, counting butterflies when they pass as we lose ourself in the truth of our union. The fire that lit our way to each other burns brightly still. The well-lit yet sometimes twisting path is lit under that single flame as two souls lay on the same grass on the same field, contemplating the possibilities. There, the fullness of truth leaves us speechless yet full of Love’s sweet word.
“I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more” ~Rumi
Oh, Love, such sweet truth! To know you in the was the Earth bends to your weight, how my soul bends to your lips. To know! To know! To know such amazing heights as to fly in love with you! To know the safety of our space, the joys of our flow stream, and the breadth of our own transcendence is the truth of our existence. Could God exist beyond a single touch of your fingers on my skin? Could heaven be anywhere but within the space we share? Sure, to know…oh to know this truth realized in the joys of our own anticipation. I simply long for the taste…
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” ~Rumi
Please, do not overly concern yourself with my mind. May my heart beat so loudly as you never hear my fears, or see my trembling, or feel my quakes with the rising Sun. You are the flow that sets my heart to bleed love and truth on pages strewn about my world. You are the truth I’ve been made to realize as I dance when no one is looking to music very few would understand.
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” ~Rumi
This flow…remarkable in its intention and wonderful in its promise… has taken a hold of me. Winding through the forests and deserts birthed in a lifetime, I feel the pull of something beautiful as it awakens me. Out of the comfortable box I go, thrown about like a leaf in a storm, to enjoy the sight and scent of you. Give me time to adjust to my new surroundings, and love to remind me of why I am there. Do not change a thing, the leaf needs the wind and the ground and the spring to be itself, and I have no intention of grasping a twig when I have such a tree to embrace. Just love, reminded of what pulled you to write words of truth, to grow wings and fly, and to meet me in spaces you had never seen before. Remember that graceful pull that led you into such a sweet embrace, into such a miraculous kiss, into eternity.
“I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.” ~Rumi
Yes.