Poem of Love to Love

Art and photo by Cheryl

It has been a spell since I’ve been here writing and sharing. You know, that happens sometimes: life is busy, we don’t have anything to say, or we have too much to say, but aren’t certain how to say it. That has been my dilemma (if dilemma it is). So, here I am easing back with a favorite poem by Rumi about love – because I’ve been thinking a whole lot about love lately!

Love came,

and became like blood in my body.

It rushed through my veins and

encircled my heart.

Everywhere I looked,

I saw one thing.

Love’s name written

on my limbs,

on my left palm,

on my forehead,

on the back of my neck,

on my right big toe…

Oh, my friend,

all that you see of me

is just a shell,

and the rest belongs to love.

Rumi

With lots of Love from me to you,

Cheryl

The Lute Will Beg

Photography by David Marcu

Photography by David Marcu

 

The Lute Will Beg

You need to become a pen

In the Sun’s hand.

We need for the Earth to sing

Through our pores and eyes.

The body will again become restless

Until your soul paints all its beauty

Upon the sky.

Don’t tell me, dear ones,

That what Hafiz says is not true,

For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny

And you awake to our constant need

For your love

God’s lute will beg

For your

Hands.

Hafiz