Return of a bird

There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them. -Rumi Burn me in Fire of Truth, scatter my dust into wind. In my nothingness, I see everything.  Listen, hear the poem humming in my silence. I have lived a full Circle, in love I shall disappear. Longing was a smoke of this burning…

The home of Beloved

​I open my eyes and see nothing, I close my eyes and see everything. I dance over troubles and bunt dreams,  I reach out and touch the peak of mountains, Dive deep in ocean of my heart and encounter shy mermaids hidden behind foams of passion. Outside of my body, I grow trees and learn…

Eat my fruit

In a breath of silence; two shadows meet and melt in small dew drops on open lips of an Iris. In the gaps,  wind roars, the scent of love ascends the seashell sings the red rose blooms, the dream of life fades away in a shape of a bird, a floating cloud the beloved of…