Listen,
When two Souls meet
they’re as if two trees laid bare in autumn:
just the first two…
suddenly naked, aware, raw
prickly at every deep glance.
Eyes cannot take this seeing;
they look away
breath, deepened, hushes the words…
and behind this garb of shyness
Being goes into communion with itself.
Now you know.
Now, don’t dispel your shyness when it comes.
Stay.
“The muezzin calls five times a day
Every day, to remind you
Of the swan lake you left
To find a final home and
A last love in a world
That never was…
It is twilight now, and see
The lake rolls with the desire of dawn
The muezzin’s call sounds again
Like a messenger from beyond
Winding each night through your sleep
To deliver a promise made…
Will you startle…and sleep again?
Or will you let it come in through your confusion
And turn your heart with its echo
Into an arching cave
That leads back to the swan lake –
Where the one lover you always wanted
Is waiting on the water, there
For you to open your eyes and see.“
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