i remember a deep deja-vu of You

[Guest guest]

Like streamers of Colored Light

billowing out through space and time,

Love the cross-weaved, satin threads that twine

your life and lives with all of mine.

Doesn't matter where you were or where was i.

We still were always searching one for the other.

 

Slowly traipsing along an English Lane

with pinks so pungent with carnation cloves,

i knew that life so sweetly as a mystic wanderer,

even then. Even then i had a wand in my Heart.

Head in the flowers and Heart in the Sky,

i split the universe along that road, searching for You.

 

A winding stone staircase in heavy armor,

smell and taste of blood, sweat, and death,

i slowly wended down, spiraling,

as dizzily as my life in this Crusade,

this Insanity gathering

was spinning me into Christ's true call,

a Monk who became silent.

Silently saying all those sins to grace,

the Beloved came so close to me.

And then, like a wispy dream smoke,

Poof! You died before we finished the Dance.

 

Along in Konya, Oh! We danced again

like fire along the Ziker's Heart Lines!

Standing next to Mevlana like two stalks of Light,

we began to spinningly speak like a river whirlpool.

Spinning and speaking in passionate poem,

The Beloved One entered Us.

Sealing our Hearts with a Divine touch from Rumi,

we sealed our Love's Longing Forever.

We Kissed the Mystic Kiss of Wonderment,

stuffing one another's mouths with starfields,

and golden-orbed moons falling down from the Sky of Us.

So singing like mystic wizards,

we waltzed along for 700 more years.

i was caught up in Africa's Boer War and You,

God only knows what monastery You lived in in Asia.

 

So saying all of this, and forming a skeletal frame,

Now this Marvelous Mystery of Walkers of Light comes clear.

Spilling forth as two forms of Laughter darting as you and i,

we have become an enormous Waterfall of Living Love!

Pooling within the Fountain of SpringWater Floods,

we now bow down to Grace and Join in this Union of Forever.

Falling full prostrate before the alter of Love,

We are become the Candlepoint of Light in Beloved's Eyes.

We have stepped into the Sacred thresh-hold,

a Living, Breathing of Becoming Love's Own,

Beloved's Own Brand of Bright Void opening up for Others.

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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