Letter, January 28, 2018

Poetry has delivered me into the intuition of her light – She is God’s divine light shining through me. I feel her and I feel into the heart of being. And the words that then arise are like the foam rising from that experience, her in me, me taken into her. That is how it feels in my heart. And so poetry whispers – light is what we are. Words are like veils lifting, leaving us in the embrace of the naked experience underneath. The more we open to the experience, the light, the more our words change and deepen. I exist as this act of deepening into this light. This, for me, is poetry. And the light is her; the radiance of the divine.

Dissolved in Your Light

The passing clouds
whisper
what the heart already knows,
“no home but the infinity
of your eyes.”

This the lighthouse
within the sacred core,
this the prayer
invisibly unfolding
the world from the silence
of the blue dawn.

So the clouds teach
the wisdom of your sky
as I listen to my heart beat,
and suddenly, subtly,
this stirring meditation
turns the inward outward
and in this marvelous inversion
I am found and lost
on the curve of your wave,
dissolved in your light.

Eternal Feast of Light

All my poems
pooled into her skin
filling her to saturation
then flowed,
outward,
inward,
decanting her in my heart,
there to live,
there to grow,
there to burn as my art,
there to become
my secret breath and thought,
a poem made of fire,
the ground that sustains
the cycle of life,
the sky where divine messengers
go to dwell and hold
the eternal feast of light.

We exchanged our names for love’s

We exchanged our names for love’s
and our garments like autumn leaves fell
revealing us to our core
as our eyes merged to become the sky,
as our lips melted into the garden of spring,
as our hearts, joined, became the hidden throb
pulsating through life,
bequeathing on dawn his silent wine,
with the fine ether of eternity
enwombing creation like a second sky.

Senryu # 54

What is a poem?
A clear dewdrop reflecting
The light of the sun.

~

We, too, as individuals, are poems. We are as good as we are clear, transparent, pure, for, the clearer, purer, and more transparent, the more radiant the light of the divine in us is reflected, the greater the effulgence of our heart in the embrace of the light of God. To become pure—let that be your striving. To become poems worthy of the light.

Free Verse # 146 (fire for poetry)

Over your body
I break my heart
and scatter its wine
over the sanctity of your hills,
poems unfurling like dark petals,
soaking through your blood.

~

Flicking my tongue along the curves
of your honey-dipped words
a flame in my throat burns
and I become a dragon
breathing fire for poetry

~

Slowly
let me sip from your lips
the poetry of love

~

Like the wind caressing the fields of spring
your breath breezes through my ribs,
stroking to a tender ecstasy
the sea of my flowers.

~

Drunk on your caresses
you gently tilt my head
and I sigh all my essence
into your luminous heart

~

In the silence of the heart
a dawn is constantly breaking,
flowers suckling at the luminous sky,
and lovers, entangled, spreading ecstasy.

Free Verse # 140 (the breathless key)

My breath,
threads of twilight
weaving around your neck
a shawl of endless warmth,
a hand of stars
stroking your face
breathless with desire

~

Touched by your eyes
as if by a burning flame,
my heart spins,
a sun inside my chest,
scattering divine sparks,
setting the world aflame.

~

In dawn’s clarity we dwell,
two jasmine flowers rubbing cheeks
and breathing silent ecstasy,
open, like the white sky.

~

Raining from the stars,
night’s silent whisper
unfurls her voice
deep inside my heart.

I shiver,
a tear hugs my cheek,
falls into the sky.

~

I wake up to find myself
bathing in a sea of sunlight.

Your face has risen over me,
an inexhaustible fountain of love.

~

Smeared on your lips,
poetry’s wine
is a tender flame
you sear into my skin,
burning in my blood
your name,
the fragrance
of your kiss.

~

Only by being lost in you
am I really found…

~

I fall into your eyes
as into a vortex of light
to emerge,
an exulted song
through your eyes pouring,
painting the whole world.

~

Petal by petal
let me unfold your smile,
a white flower dancing
in the palm of dawn.

~

My each kiss
plants a star
under your skin.
And my kisses are infinite.
You become a night
laden with stars,
a poem in my arms
unraveling.

~

Night’s stillest hour,
your warmth overflows
from my heart,
a fountain of love.

~

What do I pen
except my blood and tears
on the face of the sky,
stars to fill the womb of night,
dew to swathe the earth
at dawn’s first sigh.

~

The kiss you left on my lips
ever deeper soaked,
a fire weeping through my skin
and, touching my heart it bloomed,
a sun within.

~

Only lovers hold
the breathless key
that makes the world
shiver in their hands
like a dew-soaked flower.

~

You touched my heart
and night itself awoke in my veins,
a womb birthing stars.

~

One endless dance
in unison ebbing and flowing
amid the world’s dust,
we are…

~

My finger on your belly
and the entire ocean
traverses through its tip…

~

My fingers pass through your hair
and stars shiver and fall like dew
onto the face of the earth,
wetting all lovers tangled in love.

~

Lovers, Freydoon Rassouli
Lovers, Freydoon Rassouli

What is my heart if not your home
where the sun itself
unfurls from your womb.

Free Verse # 97

You bloom in me as stars
blossom in the night sky –
in silence,
rising from the great unknown
raining awe from the face of darkness.

~

Kindness is a well of infinite depth.
Touch that, and you are home.

~

Blessed be the love that perturbs our sleep,
waking us breathless in the middle of the night.

~

O Love, offer me your forehead so I could kiss it.
Offer me your hands and feet as well.
Offer me your mouth, that crimson rose of spring,
that flowing fount of wine.

~

In the chests of lovers a fire burns.
With each breath they exhale stars,
shivering the world to madness,
painting it to life.

~

If the world lives
it is because in it lovers exist.
The world is a beat pulsating
from the open chests of lovers,
churning with their invisible wine.

Free Verse # 86

As I flow
my water cools and clears,
becoming a serene mirror
reflecting the glory of your face
as it lights the sky.

~

There is a poem churning
in the heart of me.
Only its froth scatters here
for your eyes and mine to read.

Only the Beloved’s eyes
can see beyond the forth,
can behold the hidden bond
tying all the stars.

~

…then you drew breath and exhaled,
and my heart came to stillness
as all my life’s poems
melted into burning tears
flowing inside my eyes.

~

My heart is a blood red rose;
her pulsing face enveloping the sky.
And you are a white flower
hidden inside my heart.

~

There are transformations the mind cannot understand:
spring out of winter’s heart;
out of the thorn’s heart, a rose;
after being hidden, suddenly the full moon.

The grace of your touch.

Love

The world is a garden in flames
burning amid my ribs and You,
You are the burning itself,
the turbulent wind fanning the flames,
raising them higher and higher,
eager tongues scorching earth and sky,
tree and stone and star,
and with infinite passion inscribing
burning letters into the heart of the Heart,
the fountain of grace,
the silent spill of Love.

~

I am at the fountain of silence,
and the invisible wine is filling my soul with grace.

في الوجوه، في الأجساد، في العناقيد

أراد حبّي أن يلمس أوجه اللذين مرّوا في سهول قلبي
فمددت يديّ وأناملي المرتجفة
لتتلقف شوقيَ الريحُ بلمسة ناعمة

والريح أصعدتني أجنحتها
وطافت بي الكون والنجوم والغمام الأبيض
وهناك، حيث الآلهة تسير
سكنت المعبد المقدس وامتزجت بالنبيذ

ومع العاصفة وبكائها الحنون
انحدرت حبات مطر بيضاء صافية
وسكنت الحقول والأنهار والأزهار
وفي جوف الأرض امتصّني عطش الجذور

سكن قلبي قلبَ الطبيعة
وقبّلتُ وبكيتُ وامتلأتُ من الروحِ
الأبدية المتناغمة مع الفصول
وأضحيتُ في الوجوه
وفي وجناتها
أضحيت جسداً في الأجساد
كرمةً وعناقيدها