24 julho 2007

Love Love Love...

This poem, by Rumi, is for you, Love. For what we have now is this. And it is.


This We Have Now


This we have now
is not imagination.

This is not
grief or joy.

Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.

Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.

* * *

I've heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but how can that be? how fonder can my heart grow??? May these months which will geographically part us fly... Love, love, love...

1 comentário:

ephebus disse...

I won't even depart.
Blessings, dear... and a hug full of Love.