Buttered like toast
with words of love.
Soft and dripping,
you are filled,
I’m consumed again.
Posted on April 1, 2012, in Writing Journal and tagged love, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Attribution? is that yours?
Silly me! Yes, It’s mine; a small, untitled poem.
Love is food consumed by the soul…consumation,like the heart beats for one kiss at a moment in time….
I love your work…
Ah Aurora, you’re so right – love is the soul’s preferred sustenance. Thanks!
The only tribute I can think of to pay is two of my favourite lines from Lalleshwari (1320–1392), also known as Lalla. You can look her up on Wikipedia, of course. She was a mystic of the Kashmiri Shaivite sect, and at the same time, a Sufi saint. I recently read “Naked Song, by Laldyada, Lalla, Coleman Barks (Translator), 1992, Maypop Books, ISBN 0-9618916-4-5.” My two favorite lines from Naked Song are
“The mind is what sleeps. What recognizes itself as God is awake.”
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