Scattered

My desire for your touch has burned me.

Now its only ashes,

Oh merciful wind carry me...
blow me to my beloved...
let me be the dust of her path
let me be the soil of her garden

let the roses grow from my ashes,
They make her smile.

My beloved's smile is my eternal joy.............

Longing for your love

I yearn for your touch
longing for you, my beloved

how long have I waited for your love,
Yet my love remains unrequited
Just like the desert longs for a drop of rainfall
I yearn for your sweet eyes, your lips, your embrace.


I am your canvas, paint me as you like
I am your lover, take me as I am.

Sweet Drowning

Where will this heart take me now;

I know its drowning me,

let it be,

Oh! this sweet drowning,

let it be;

Let it drown me this time in the river of love

Don't leave me yearning on the banks of sorrow.

Rumi

Love is reckless; not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong,

consuming herself, unabashed.



Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

hard surfaced and straightforward.



Having died of self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.



Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again.

Rumi

I swear, since seeing Your face,

the whole world is a deception and fantasy

The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf

or blossom. The distracted birds

can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.


A house of love with no limits,

a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,

a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.

Rumi

“Don’t allow your animal nature to rule your reason.”