My Friend

MY FRIEND

I have a Friend Almighty. 

I have a friend holy and immortal.

I saw him once in my life’s the invisible venues,

with some runty monsters and malicious  to discuss;

I think it was a while ago.

Their pikes raised, runty and spiteful as well,

but their guises…

For certain, obvious it was 

how gruesome those guises, but now!

Who is before the Master Charmer rough to remain?

The guises get mellow, and muzzles they become,

perplexed,

 intoxicated by the Supreme’s the Glory and the Beauty. 

Lovingly he speaks, enormous, right above their heads.

“Lay down this duty, my children. 

Now I say: Lay this duty down.

 Here your task is over.

Go! Quietly!”

And they eagerly obey.

And my friend’s affection greatens more.

“You see, my darling child?” Ηe says,

“Watch me and know how it is done. 

For I know, dear…

You are a strange girl… and there’s a war going on.” 

And it is as though she takes you up with her pen 

and calligraphs you, opens you, 

stretches you outward, 

Beyond. 

As though she inscribes you in flowing lines, 

or as though you dissolve into the spiral of her forgetting, 

into the dance of her oblivion, 

as she slowly unravels the skein of your being. 

He knows.

The Vision of the Other Rivershore.

...And forgive us, as the Beloved forgives the beloved.

He does not make mistakes

and none loves you as much as He does.

And that Tattvam…

 Of that Love, the inconceivable even by Him. 

How can I forget…

All these plumeria blossoms…

How can I forget?

His cheer and His joy  have no form or my form…

My love... My lonely love...