Sunday, November 10, 2019
Rumi poem––In death I lose a body
in death I lose a body
and He will lose
my phantasies of Him
I go shirtless
to this lovemaking
my body becomes all soul
every hairtip alive
love, enter this body's house
or I must leave it
to seek you
my soul is a ship
scudding the waves
in pursuit of love
be drunk on love
for love is all that exists
mother and father played at love
and one such as you
sprang from nothingness...
Daniel Liebert, tr.
