Daughter of Zikr/ for Eric in the bonds

[Guest guest]

"I'll live on rice, onions, and apples,

to buy books by Sufi mystics"

 

 

Luxuriate like an oud strung

for zikr.

No remembrance but This.

Only You. Just You.

 

Oud and Reedflute You,

 

playing complex melodic strains

of music on this body mind.

 

Pain, beautifully voiced conversation,

taking place

while I draw Your Face closer to mine.

 

You whisper the Secret-

 

Be with Me.

 

Now breathe in This Suddenness of You, You.

Splendour burnt to ash, clinging ego-vines.

 

A Majesty-filled Melon

tendrilling along in me.

 

Feed me.

Feed on me.

 

Behold - Beautiful Breakfast Dawn!

Behold this little star of completion.

Come shine, sinew-strung sitar, with me;

Shine and cry in Completion.

 

Love,

Mazie