brief water

Sitting in
The dark
Drenching herself
In moonlight,
She closed her eyes…

Centuries telescoped
Through the brief water of
Her eyes.

All at once,
She saw spring
Sprouting flowers
Bursting in Joy.

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simplest thing

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

Your Light is
Dancing,
Pirouetting Shadows
Behind curtains
Of my eyes.

…whirling

“Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment…” ~Rumi

the stars whirl in joy

drunk in awe, wonder they breathe

magical whispers

I think I love

broken, beautiful

Warmth

Together

Now that Monsoons
Drenched her soul
And twitched her skin
With their heavy pitter patter,
Her eyelids drooped
And vision darkened
To make the poetry inside her
Silent.