My Master
You taught me well,
my friend, my lover,
my sun, my Shams
Where were you as the doors closed on me
as I was buried under ashes of loss 'n grieve
when all around tried to sooth with platitudes
I stopped speaking out loud
your words flowed on paper
unlocking my heart's thorns
In a whirl entering my life and leaving my soul
o to be picked and to be savoured by the One
the kernel of the fruit will it flourish and honour
Will you weigh me
carry me upwards
as I silently bleed
My Lord
© 2022-06-06
Poem triggered by a Rumi quote.
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