IX
Love shipwrecked my body—
no longer any way to pretend
I am separate from the sea
*
XI
think of the Beloved
and light waxes in the eye—
a spark beside a sun
*
XII.
this bottomless spring
never runs dry, why stand there
with an empty cup?
*
out of this dust pit
evolved your perfect hands, lips—
next stop: angel
*
you are the one drop
that, when added to the sea
becomes the whole sea
Great word, Haikulings, though I’m not sure of the form here. Do the roman numerals belong to Rumi? Are the last two (unnumbered) your reaction to the ones above? I can certainly hear your voice in the last two.