It’s not been so long ago… me walking through a labyrinth of words present
Perhaps in another world, in another consciousness,
This world inhabited with whisperings of desires of another lifetime,
Of unresolved issues and unrequited love… Perhaps in this lifetime, in this instantaneous moment one would see all that coming true…
I have seen all these yearnings come true in the eye of my mind… feeling the reality of it with my heart and knowing its presence…
But was that abundance?
It was only a plethora of my ability to sing out my intentions, of turning the beginning of every letter that reads my life into a sequence of sounds that sing his journey…
A journey that surges with a madness that rises with our love and flows with my weeping – tears of joy and then of satisfaction…
I have breathed thousands of moments of happiness – not knowing what made them happy…
I have got drunk on the infinite feeling of satiety that circled the aura of my universe…
I had transliterated Rumi to my life telling him “You are the taste in every lip, the intention of every religion …” there were no distinctions…
In that momentary outrageous act of faith, had brought in a synchronous frenzy little realizing that there was a fury building in… the fury of being drawn to a force stronger than myself, of being engulfed by a force that swept me off my heel….
There is a world beyond….
I had to be the source of my life, not the result of his…
There is a reason for patterns… we have read through the patterns of regression, the archetypes of a historical psyche and the sketches of a nebulous imminent… comprehended the patterns of those innumerable passing away of our valiant souls….
There are more lives to be lived with oneself and those to be treasured with others… a time to be felt with the head and reflected by the heart…. I am ready to move on….
We have translated Rumi … I have moved on…. and so has he…
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