I awake to the sound of birdsong reverberating across the valley. Wispy clouds dance in feathery swirls against the clear, blue sky. I can smell the lush, rich earth drenched in morning dew. The cat purrs at my feet. The soft sheets caress my body in a cozy, cocoon-like heaven, and I wonder what could bring me more joy than this moment.
I rise to the sight of golden, amber light splashing across green, leafy treetops making everything look surreal and enchanting, while a hawk screeches in the distance.
Such is the perfection of this morning.
This is when the Beloved comes to dance with my heart.
This is when my heart dances too.
…before the silence is broken.
…before the constant wheel of earthly details begins to churn.
…before I begin the role of human, mother, woman, daughter, worker, driver, cook, writer, shopper, friend, sister, aunt.
Yet as the day moves along, something stays.
Something is forever there…something ‘before’ that causes everything to happen, including me, this body, this mind.
What is this something?
Does it have a name?
Can it be touched, seen, tasted, smelled, heard?
If this something didn’t exist, could I exist…would the trees, the sun, the sky, the birds exist?
If I didn’t exist, would it still exist? Who needs who?
What came first? Can there even be a first…or a ‘before.‘
What can exist on its own, whole, autonomous, free, eternal, detached?
Is my human self – the perfection of morning, this earthly life, and all that is perceivable by my senses – an extension of that something?
Am I that something?
This is the song the Beloved sings to me while dancing in my heart.
And below is the song I sing to the Beloved…
“Oh Beloved,
take me.
Liberate my soul.
Fill me with your love and
release me from the two worlds.
If I set my heart on anything but you
let fire burn me from inside.
Oh Beloved,
Take away what I want.
Take away what I do.
Take away what I need.
Take away everything
that takes me from you.”
-Rumi
With love,
Heather xo
Would love right now to have words … beautiful tender gentle embracing as a “thank you”…
but there are no words in my mind that would be more beautiful then the ones you found ….
These new words would have to have the most beautiful smell… at least to join the pictures unfolding in my soul…extending in my heart…that are coming along with this poetry…
Always and still so precious the contact with you…
Love, Sherana
Graz, Austria
Thank you sweet friend.
Always so precious to connect with you.
Love & Blessings always,
Heather