He touched my hand, saying
the Sufis believed that the space
surrounding our hearts contained
connections to every part of
our mind and body.
I gazed at him, quietly, drinking
his words, trying to quench my thirst
of intensity, hiding this fragile version
of myself, always so afraid of the time.
His name still rolls around in my mouth,
his image still comes to me, to my body
and mind at the same time:
I see and feel him
in the Unity of my Being.
He might be drifting around in the clouds
where I will never be.
I know he went towards the Truth:
Tarigaat, he would say again.
It is all nothing in nothing.
It is all love in love.
From pre-eternity to post-eternity
this heart of mine will be in his hands
for everything shall pass but us.
Karla Bardanza
http://asmoonsewsthesatinstars.blogspot.com
Profoundly loving write Karla. The expressions used are quite inspiring.