Seeking the Beloveds Kiss



This frustration –

Seeking, seeking, seeking

And not one curl of my beloved do I see.



Hiding behind your veil,

I know you are fanning my desire beloved

My deep longing burns,

Ignited by separation and love.



Longing, burning, melting,

Pain of separation, limitation, blindness –


I surrender Beloved, I give up!

So tired, no longer can I continue such endless seeking;
Heart Bereft, lost, a failure to your love -

I lay down myself - darkness comes.

Gently, a kiss

upon the lips of my heart,

A rose scented breeze caressing my face.
What, what is this awakening?


No, not for I, I am gone, but yet do I live?
Rising, dusting off ashes from my heart,

So softly I call: Is it you Beloved ?

and find the answer in my tears.


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