Lovers know they are roses
In the bloody veil of Love;
They live astounded
By Love’s matchless beauty.
The intellect says,
“The six directions are blocked !”
Love says. “ There’s a way!
I’ve taken it thousands of times.”
Intellect sees a market
And starts to haggle;
Love sees thousands of markets
Beyond that market.
How many mystic martyrs
Hidden in Love’s soul
Have abandoned the preacher’s chair
To climb onto the scaffold!
Lovers who drink the wine’s dregs
Reel from bliss to bliss;
Burn inwardly with denial.
Intellect says, “ Stay where you are !
Annihilation has only thorns !”
Love laughs, “ The thorns are in you !”
Keep silent, and tear Being’s thorn..
What a nice surprise Stefan...Thank you so much for the nomination.....
Simona B. 01/10/2010 22:48
Superb picture of your rose.
"But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face,
I still love...."
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