I wanted my love to avalanche,
and love said to me, be flake of snow,
I wanted my love to be tsunami,
and love said, be water in my glass.
Be crumb of bread, be scrap of cloth,
be ray instead of sun.
I wanted to be enormous.
Love said to me, be one.
Wondrously inventive
Why thank you!
I love this one!!!!
thank you! Oh love … never what we think.
This is SO good! Sigh! š
thank you, Na’ama. It came from a prompt in a workshop I led on Saturday–we read a Rumi poem in which Love was speaking to Rumi, and the assignment was to see what love said to you … just in case you want to try it, too!
OHHHHH I might just …. š
Thank you!