Ruminations on Rumi
It doesn't really matter/
The object of his ardor/
Divine or human /
Man or Woman /
It doesn't really matter
What we respond to/
in his words/
is the depth of his devotion/
A kind of emotion which could fill seven oceans /
A depth of longing deeper than the ocean floor /
A love so powerful it just cries out for more!!!
It's an aching joy as love rushes through the human frame/
Flooding the veins/
igniting the brain/
To surges of sweet synapse /
which cannot be contained/
Thinking of the loved one/
we become enflamed/
And this potent longing/
is what Rumi named/
Call it God, call it Tabriz
Rumi knew just what love is/
The seed from which all blessings grow/
Oceanic in its flow/
A feeling filling every cell/
Of Rumi we say/
He loved well
Imo On the Path
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