Do not search the forest for twigs,
come, break the branches of my soul
and build your nest deep inside of me.
Melting at your touch,
I am dewdrops wept from the eye of dawn,
scattered over your body
as over petals and leaves
and now thirsty to soak deep under your skin.
You plant a kiss into my chest
as your dark hair comes over me.
Suddenly my eyes become a fount of stars.
Your dark eyes brighten
and the sun crowns the sky.
A cloud of sadness over your face hovers
and the storm suckles all light.
like the star in heaven’s womb,
we touch each other’s hearts
to become forever.
rest my head on the garden of your breasts,
behind your eyes let my tired soul sink and sleep,
bud with endless stars.
The silence of the night is pregnant with stars.
Churning amid the banks of eternity
I am a mystical ocean
with neither beginning nor end.
No sun can exhaust my being.
a pool of tears hidden in forest deep
where wild bees and flowers
come to bathe and drink.
At the outskirts of the city
I built my hut and there,
enjoying the remnants of the seasons,
I cultivated silence,
deepened in thought.
The winds of tomorrow
billowing the sails of my soul…
House of solitude.
A lone star burning
in heaven’s palm.
Over the desert
the spread of silence.
Burning all night long in my beloved’s palm.
At dawn she kissed me silent,
fell me over the earth,
a blanket of dewdrops.
an earth for too many seasons
toiling without rain.
Just one kiss from your mouth
and all the nooks of soul burst into greenery.
Prisoner of desire.
You unwound my hands and feet,
opened my eyes to the silent full moon.
Stroking my face with fragrant lips,
you are the song of the wind
blowing through fields of flowers.
In your open palm
I am a flower;
a pulse shivers my being,
sighs like fragrant dew from my eyes
as the morning sun
bends over to kiss me.
Your love was an axe striking at my roots,
time and again until, uprooted,
I fell into your sky.
Rooted between your sun and moon.
The Beloved –
Spinning a dream wheel in the mouth of heaven,
showering the world with interior stars.
In your embrace I turn astronomer,
the universe and all its stars revolving in my chest.
To love is to leap over the abyss of uncertainty
and into the ocean of absolute trust
where everything bursts from the deepest fount.
The breath that blows arid in your face,
choking your heart still,
is the same breath that,
at the stroke of love,
turns moist and fragrant.
Sting of realization,
a drop of honey burning on the tongue,
swelling like a wild flame to burst at dawn,
a garden of dewdrops, and flowers.
where poetry like bees
flutters and stings
precious fire into our skin,
flaming inward stars
as serpents awaken,
and waters spin.
Spinning us open
like the blue lotus flower
spreading petals in prayer,
welcoming the dawn.