'no Quatrains, But Refrains' - Part 4
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved and in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
… you´ll find yourself through the agony of giving birth to your friend, brother and lover, the
same blood throbbing to the same pulses through the same veins from the same heart
making love to heart… … the unsolvable riddle of essence born and reborn in essence…
* * *
… we waited for centuries to share our toys, and now I always hold you carefully before me
while we are bareback on our horse carrying us back to the chamber of our Eternal Mother,
modest yet resplendent in her robe of the Ageless One…
* * *
… I honor you: You, prince of desert horses, the pristine promise of treasured rainbows in
your arching neck, the wind in your flowing mane, the cadences of your feet, dust rises
around you like a veil… the yawning of god in awakening lies beyond…
* * *
… the stain across the horizon is the birthing-blood of our brotherhood from a time beyond
all horizons, but not beyond our river flowing from heart to heart, where sunsets and
sunrises take their evening and morning baths…
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus | Year Posted 2010
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