I sit amidst You, My Love
rubbing shoulders, extending
hugs, not in violent blows
slithered across your
neck slaughtered as in
bestial rituals of command ..,
and conquer
I sit amidst You, My Love
These tears, pearls they formed
To grace the finger of your
Chosen beloved whose heart’s
Devoid of life, the idol you
Worship in blinded lust
I sit amidst your laughter & your
Pain, my arms outstretched, the
Extension of your prayers for
Eternal love, yet shun you
The eyes looking deep within
…
Deep within your grieving heart
…
I sit amidst You, My Love
Not in churches, nor
Synagogues; nor Masjiids or
Temples, nor in rituals of faith
Enrobed with incense insane
Kiss these lips and live forever
Eternity within a moment of
Desire; this death is but a
Taste, a journey the Soul takes
In living forever
I sit amidst You, My Love
Remembering the promise we once
Vowed each other, in couple
We embraced forming the unformed
Breathing Life unto a Love, formed
September 1, 2006
“Death, is closely related to Life — it is the Veil that enshrouds her, before the Lover, free of every single notion of being, finally gives his selves up for the Beloved. This is the perfect Love story … a story told a quadrillion times throughout history. From a personal perspective, it is the shedding of the veils of the ego ‘I’, the crucifixion attaining to Christ Consciousness, المعرفة الله, Ein Sof or Nirvana … as a bedtime story of pure unadulterated love, Romeo & Juliet, Laila wal Majnoun, Hassan AlBasri & Rabia AlAdawiyah, AlHallaj & the Divine Essence; on a planetary scale, the pole reversals and alignments; right through the Matrix, the cleansing of the mirror of the mind within. Death is a special robe, granted only to the One deserving of Life, and the protagonists are but stories unfurled in that tragedy of glory”; — Chapter ‘Death, Love, & ..’, ET, AainaA-Ridtz A R
“Quand la vie bouscule” Featured Image courtesy and copyright Éric C.
