Did you cut yourself reaching out for me?

And did I cut myself reaching in for you?

Now we know that poets don’t lie

Lovers really do bleed.

And then you said –

“But what about your surrender?”

My surrender?

It was in my every word to you

My surrender was my every thought of you.

Lover Lover Lover 

I could not have loved liked that for anyone but you.

Lover, that was my surrender.

One Kindred Spirit

There’s a cafe in a converted church I like to visit on my travels. This window is high on the wall opposite to where I sit.

Thou God Seest Me

I sip my ristretto and wait for that pleasurable synthesis of the technical and the intuitive that comes as both of my hemispheres light up.

Do I believe in God? No. I should because I was raised in a

Bahá’í

household. But I do believe in the one that resides in me. I call him by his name and he calls me by mine.

The cafe is crowded but I have meditated enough over many years to be able to lower my eyes and be with you.

The people dissolve so easily.

I reach out

Now I see you clearly

I put my arms around you

And now Thou God Seest Me.

One Kindred Spirit