I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love — put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
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Impressive well-chosen images to express your thoughts, and in such a simple but powerful way.
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Thank you very much.
It is the image editing that takes up the most time.
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Sounds very much like a poem that is written in the Sufi tradition.
It can be seen as a beloved that is of the earth, or The Beloved (the Sufi name for God).
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Thank you for your interesting observation Genie.
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But then I read that she committed suicide, and I thought about
what I had said in response to her poem, and I wondered — had she studied her natural inclination to mysticism, perhaps she might have found reason to live.
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Sometimes the tide of depression takes the sufferer where it wants to, no matter what inclinations previously existed.
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Yes, I can see that, now that you’ve explained it to me, Ronnie.
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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