My Heart Will Never Seek Another Heart

My Heart Is Yours

My heart will never seek another heart,
Or smell another flower, knowing you.
Your love has made heart’s field a desert waste;
No love other than yours grows in that place.

 Rumi

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I Need A Lover And A Friend

My Dear Beloved,

Good morning my Love.  How I wish I was seated at your right hand enjoying the first meal of the day together.  Fresh from a restful night spent in your safe arms and gaining strength to face the new day.  I have such a deep longing to reach out and put my hand over yours, to let you know I am by your side; always and forever.

I Love You. I Love You. I Love You.

I need a lover and a friend
All friendships you transcend
And impotent I remain

You are Noah and the Ark
You are the light and the dark
Behind the veil I remain

You are passion and are rage
You are the bird and the cage
Lost in flight I remain

You are the wine and the cup
You are the ocean and the drop
While afloat I remain

I said, “O Soul of the world
My desperation has taken hold!”
“I am thy essence,” without scold,
“Value me much more than gold.”

You are the bait and the trap
You are the path and the map
While in search I remain

You are poison and the sweet
You are defeated and defeat
Sword in hand I remain

You are the wood and the saw
You are cooked, and are raw
While in a pot I remain

You are sunshine and the fog
You are water and the jug
While thirsty I remain

Sweet fragrance of Shams is
The joy and pride of Tabriz
Perfume trader I remain.

Rumi

This Place Is A Dream

The Dream That Must Be Interpreted
This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.
Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.
But there’s a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.
It stays,
and it must be interpreted.
All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.
The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy’s game
to what the other will be.
You know about circumcision here.
It’s full castration there!
And this groggy time we live,
this is what it’s like:
A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he’s living
in another town.
In the dream, he doesn’t remember
the town he’s sleeping in his bed in.  He believes
the reality of the dream town.
The world is that kind of sleep.
The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,
but we are older than those cities.
We began
as a mineral.  We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
  That’s how a young person turns
toward a teacher.  That’s how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,
and that will eventually startle us back

to the truth of who we are.

Rumi

I Love My Munana King

My Dear Beloved,

I LOVE YOU.

I always have and I always will.

No great revelations to share with you today.

Just my Love. All my Love.

Thank you for the messages last night, and the reminders of our love and laughter.  I had such a vivid picture of us laughing that day at The Park.  Even thinking about it now brings a huge grin to my face.  The best memories I have of my life are all moments spent with you my Love.  It may have been short, but we had an amazing life together.  Filled with so much Love and laughter, and more Love!

I felt your Love all weekend and this morning I am floating on a cloud of Shameet; cocooned in your sweet and everlasting Love.  Last night I felt your arms around me, bringing me in close to your body, and I felt your breath on my neck whispering your wish to me.

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.

Rumi

Look Again, And See How Much I Need You

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Look again, and see how much I need you;
Watch the long nights that I lie here awake.
No, I am wrong: the distance between us
Will not let me live to see you again.

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“I gave you my heart and my faith,” I said,
“I showered on you everything I had.”
“You?” she said, “Who cares what you do or not?

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My love for you will surely be loyal;
This marriage of fancy must become real.
What I feel in my heart, what I do for you,
Isn’t bad, but it could be better still.
I shook you up, and this is what I got.”

#438

Though distance has broken hope’s own back,
Though cruelty has tied desire’s hands,
The drunken lover’s heart will not give up.
The goal’s in reach if you try hard enough.

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I grasp at your feet, I won’t let you go.
Your love hurts my heart; whose cure should I seek?
You taunt me; you say that my heart runs dry.
If so, then why does it flow from my eyes?

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What riot flares in my constricted heart?
Love has shrunk me, like a small, hollow lute.
What is this–this heart within my body,
Making war on me for her, night and day?

Rumi ~ [Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi]