Though I can’t express what this flirtation is,
I have only Your love within my heart.
If I smell a flower without Your love,
set me ablaze like thorns.
If ever I am quiet like a fish,
make me restless like waves upon the sea.
You who have put a seal upon my lips,
pull my bridle in Your direction!
What’s Your purpose? How should I know?!
All I know is that I am on this caravan.
I contemplate Your sorrow, like a camel its fodder;
like a tipsy camel I foam and froth.
However much I conceal, not speaking a word,
in the presence of Love, it all spills out.
Like a seed, I am buried in the earth,
waiting for spring to call
so that I may exhale with joy,
but not with my own breath;
so that I may scratch my head,
no longer my own head.
The Living Room 