A Sufi's Call

 

Know my Friend, 

that which is called by the lover,

is nothing but the Beloved calling back;

Oh, I know it sounds like your own voice,

but listen more carefully!

A Betrothed Moth

 

Who am I right now oh Flame? 

A betrothed moth!

A Lover who once thought he knew who he was,

melted by thy heat, and lost to any self that was.

There is an emptiness in this state, like being hollowed out

with no solid sense of self upon which walk.

Waiting in this state is not romantic,

like the poetry books say -

Being nothing, but not yet enough of nothing

to be One.

 

So I am waiting,

Betrothed at flame's door,

for love

to finish the job of

Consuming what's left.

 

Waiting to become A moth, after the flame.