Prayer to Self
Rain on me,
Destroy me
with your tree-like lightning.
Rain on me.
Wash me inside,
Cleanse my wounds
Mossed and dried
like mold.
Rain on me,
Pour your Love
Like needles,
Pierce them in my wounds,
Viciously,
To wash out the pus,
Gently.
Let it hurt so it can heal.
Rain on me,
Rewash my existence
with the waters of your Sky
and
Make the Desert in my soul
Bloom,
Sacredly.
Rain on me,
Let me walk through the purple seas of your soul Desert,
Let me walk through
to
reach You.
Rain
On
me.
Would you like some cup of poetry?
Your coffee – made out of words,
Unrhymed,
Yet woven,
Like stories untold.
Your coffee is your poetry
That is so loud.
Becomes so loud
with
every
sip.
So loud.
Silence bears it not.
Silence hides herself
In that.
Your coffee is made out of Love,
Poured into the cup
Carefully,
Poetically.
Unseen.
Sip it,
Majestically,
Slowly,
Sip it,
Sip it,
Sip it,
Sip your poetry.
Become your poetry.
The Poetry that walks
The poetry that walks
in the Desert of Life
rhyming with the wind
singing for the souls.
The poem that roots
within you
soaring in the blue
diving in the deep waters of
Love.
The Word that carries
You
inside me
inside God.
The poetry that breathes
is
You.
Parvaneh
You breathe๏ผ
As if you tell the story of the
Butterfly
that threw oneself into the flames of
Fire.
Who never spoke
but knew what was –
Love.
Your silence
holds too much,
Your silence
tells so much.
****
We drink from the same cups.
We drink:
You – the coffee,
I – you.
Rebirth
At night
You escaped your home
In my heart,
Silently.
Happy is my soul,
Blossom in my mind.
The mornings are new beginnings again.
