Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Most Humble Lover

My eyes closed, You touch them;
Butterflies fluttering beneath my lashes
A little closer You move in; engulfing me between
Your arms.
I grasp a sigh, clasping it tightly in my palm;
Collision; Universes enjoin: swirls; speed; light.
Alas! Hold Your breathe, I whisper dizzily; my love
for You has tenfolded.
Open your eyes, murmured Thee;
what do I encounter forth?
Mercy; Love; Beauty; Wisdom; Bliss: a divine Being smiling;
Look!; lush green; vibrant blue; towering rocks and air;
creatures on thousands; hundreds; four or two.
Mersmerised, I stare; Hail, O Your Marvels!;
Despair; O! How do I know Thee, Lover!
You are I, and are Mine.
Thy words are Divine, by contrast petty I.
My eyes closed as You touched them; sigh freed from palm;
You whisper in my ear: Divinity is in Love, Love is in You; You is in Me. Opening my eyes, I understood; Divine is he: The Most Humble Lover.

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