Across the finite chasm of separation - recognition beckons me.
Can thy mind receive me - and _does_ thy heart conceive, see?
Can we give in and allow what can become, to be?
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This place we stand in now, blessed one - is ripe with opportunity..
How to express the hope, of seeing where this leads?
How to discover, the highest branch of this tree?
Are you the island - souls could find a continent worth exploring?
Have you the waterfalls, that nurse and rejuvenate those who discover thee?
Do you have the desire to explore, to see, where this NOW could lead?
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Are your passions, and intensities of outrageous proportions -
ready to back against a counter deep and solid in its foundation?
Are your curiosities, the infinite wonder of thee, ready for more - to feel?
Have you suffered enough, my love, to help belittle the suffering of me?
Do you desire enough, aay jaan, to know that I too desire thee?
Do you wonder, as I do, if you should be sitting here with me?
Allow me to rid this game of the mee and the theee, habeebti! *
Enable me to explore the real essence of HOO, ya WaHEE.. **
Permit me the partner, sojourner, on this journey - to nahEEN! ***
~ Aaas (deeply held desire)
(* |habeebti: beloved {feminine specific}, in Arabic.)
(** |HOO: That Which IS. |WaHEE: That ONE. |Ya Wahee: O - that One!)
(*** |nahEEN: Negation of all things, including desire.)
This poem is akin to a response to my first post on this site, below.