dervish

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dervish art by Gülcan Karadağ

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presence

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Beloved –
how vain
are my attempts
to reach you

when you have been
right here
all along

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union

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make me that part of You
that can never be separated
ever again

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luminous dream

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I wish I could write like the poets
who immortalize moments forever
they pick up a pen
and the poem writes for itself

I wish I could dance like the dervishes
who ecstatically lose themselves
in the rhythm that empties them of themselves
whirling, they reach the skies and touch the deepest oceans

I wish I could show you what I see
in the tickling laughter of a little child
in the touch of a delicate spirit
in the wilderness of nature
and the holy flight of a bird

I wish I could fill your space with a sweet lullaby
drawn from the music of angels
blanket you in my arms
that you begin to feel the warmth of my burning heart
I wish I could give you what I need the most .. and more

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splendor

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even
the sun
gets envious
when your light
floods through
the windows
of my soul

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glowing embers

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Beloved
give me a sip
of your flaming wine
consume me in your Love
intoxicated in you
I have come alive

with every bead
kohl stains, tears stream
from these tiny eyes
dreaming to behold
your beautiful face
they long to see your Light

my heart has grown weary
of looking for love
bleeding, it crumbles
revealing the subtle Truth
that quietly rests inside

Beloved
give me another sip
of your flaming wine
show me the way
to the tavern
or let me be annihilated
here, on your sacred shrine

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my existence
on an empty canvas
what could it be
in words so few?

ah! a splash
from a paintbrush
dipped, in the shades of you

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bare soul

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what can any of them possibly give me
when they all originated from you
tiny specks of your magnificence

what can I ask from those
who wander looking for answers themselves
amazed and puzzled by the mystery of it all

they might not hear me, and I might suffer
they might deny me what I ask, and I might grieve

what can I possibly say from my tiny mouth
to get your attention?
what can I possibly do with this withering body
to have your love by my side?

in your ethereal beauty and grace, lies the wisdom of the saints
in your silence, lies thousands of answers
when your one glance can change my world around
why would I desire anything from anyone else?

tonight, I offer my tender soul to you
let it lament endlessly and parch away
or make it resonate with your eternal frequency
in the realm of your sacred essence