Not with my own breath…

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.

Diwani Shamsi Tabrizi 1562
From: Rumi ” Love’s Ripening”
Translated by K. Helminski & A. Rezwami

About Michaela

I am a wanderer and a wonderer, like you are. I love our journey and to walk in the company of friends – to learn, experience, share, laugh, cry and above all I simply love this marvelous, magical, mysterious life. I have no plan (cannot believe I am saying this) and my only intention is to be truthful to myself and others.
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