POEM OF THE WEEK

 

 

And now ...

in the landscape of my warm heart

when the ancient stars silently move through existence...

I breath ...

 

Falling into the warm empty beauty

of the one I call myself.

In this temple of pure darkness and true love

I close my eyes and I see clearly...

the fire in the wilderness of womanhood...

the source of being ...

the strong roots of this blooming tree, as it drinks the nectar

of stillness and silent joy...

 

I am at home... resting in my own heartbeat ....

- Zuleikha