Lost and Found Poem

While clearing through my notes today, I found a silly loving poem I wrote for someone I deeply cared for 2 years ago. What a beautiful way to peacefully let go with the innocence of being children.

These days, in my solitude, I am a blanket to the lovemaking of the sun and moon rising and setting. I am lulled to sleep under the bright white light of night. I am thrilled by the lights twinkling in the dark. I dance with passion while the rain soaks my skin and clothes. I am quenched by the water of the sky. My feet kiss the earth while it responds with more through butterflies. Flowers fall from trees to woo me on the path. The cool wind wraps itself around me in a loving embrace in union with my Beloved.

Letting go of questions, of anger, fear, doubt, pain, what if's. There is a beautiful person to walk with on the road ahead when the time is right.

Every New Dawn

every new dawn

there is that tender moment 

of waking up fresh

from a dreaming journey

we sailed together 

as we tuck ourselves under 

the blanket of stars

fnuggling

and we continue under the hot sun

meeting strangers that keep

us (hiding afraid)

in conversations

in whispers

in unspoken monologues 

thought by thought building 

that wall 

are you there oh beautiful soul?

how beautiful we dissolve 

with bells of laughter 

just as the dusk 

this silliness my little boy

we are 

but children.

For R

In Between, My Love

In between the fluttering
the sound
of pigeon wings and wind
I awake you from slumber
blinking
sunshine and shadow
playing white lighted
window and sheets

As the wind feathers your feet
it speaks gently,
"You are held"

In between your dreaming mind
and the softness of your bed
You say goodbye for now
to your sailboat at sea.

You tuck yourself under the stars
where I am ready to give you
a bridge to your beloved
(where I am present)
in all of your worlds.

As the sun lifts the curtain
Your eyes open to understand
"This is love"


I am not a poet really but sometimes words speak in my head waiting to be written and shared. This poem is inspired by waking up one morning realizing the beautiful experience of having pigeons fluttering on my window everyday and how its nice waking up to the idea of having the Beloved hold  me. That's a beautiful mandala flower drawing with the sun by one of my students last summer :-)

hold me

for the angel that held me and showed me the lines on the palm of my hands in a dream as he whispered a secret language

There is a poem that holds me

under vast sky
lacing through knowing branches
and a web of leaves
that strings my body
on the space around me
and beneath the flower bed.

Hold me.
Strum the ghazal of your wings.

Hold me!
in a dance in all directions.

Stretch me under the river
and grow me the heart of a seed.

Bloom this young woman’s yearning
in the evenings of my past.

Hold me
with that secret voice unveiling
what threads the invisible weave
that binds me to you.

Hold me now.
and the earth’s circle
becomes an embrace.